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[fallenjudge]

Lord, my light is fading,
life slowly stripped away.
I can feel it failing,
as the sun sets each day.

You speak in thoughts so cloudy,
confusing, and yet wise.
But even with your wisdom,
my faith won't seem to rise.

Even with instruction,
im stretched far too thin.
Like butter over bread,
or faith over sin.

I have for you one thing,
a promise to be made.
No matter what this life shall hold,
my faith will never fade.