Isn’t serving God suppose to be a joyful affair?
What’s with this place, why is there no joy here?
Isn’t singing and praising God supposed to make you feel happy?
Then why does my soul often feel so crabby?
Shouldn’t there be love here, so prevalent and strong?
Then why does everything feel so wrong?
Why is my body here? But my heart does not belong
Why can’t I sing with joy in my song?
I know it’s not me because I often come here happy
But soon as I come here, my joy is sucked from out of me
I feel this place dimming my light
And I often wonder the cause of this plight
I’ve lost my glow and I’m not sure why
If I don’t leave this place soon, my soul’s sure to die
I’ll just be an empty shell, without a soul
Lost in the darkness; left in the cold
But that’s not what I want
That’s not my desire
I want my flame to keep burning
I want red-hot fire
Fire in my heart
Fire in my soul
To replenish the joy this place stole
So I must get away from here
I must leave soon
So I can continue to shine bright
Like the night’s lustrous moon