Sinking

Sinking in a quicksand,
Of broken hopes and dreams,
Praying for deliverance,
From Satan's wicked schemes.

Looking for acceptance,
I try to find my way,
Tryin' to live a holy life,
But from my God I stray.

Sinking ever deeper,
I fight for every breath,
Haunted by the things I've done,
Until I enter death.

Then I quit my struggle,
And rise up to the top,
God in Heaven rescues me,
His mercies never stop.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul