Music - Compositions

Wilderness by Chris Hall

I'm standing in this wilderness
And I'm looking for a sign,
All I want is to get out of here
Before I lose my mind.
Lord, I feel so lost and lonely
Here on my own,
I need someone to show me the way,
Someone to lead me home.

Please Lord take me, take me by the hand
And lead me to the promised land
Where I can walk on streets of gold.
This road can seem so hard,
And the night cand seem so dark,
I can't make it on my own.

So called friends try to give me advice
From their pious position.
They give me answers to questions I've not asked,
I wish they'd just stop and listen.
But silently they speak a thousand words
With their lying eyes,
They say they've come to comfort me
But all they do is criticize.

Please Lord take me, take me by the hand
And lead me to the promised land
Where I can walk on streets of gold.
This road can seem so hard,
And the night cand seem so dark,
I can't make it on my own.

I don't need any condemnation,
I can do that by myself,
All I need is a little bit of help.

Please Lord take me, take me by the hand
And lead me to the promised land
Where I can walk on streets of gold.
This road can seem so hard,
And the night cand seem so dark,
I can't make it on my own.


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