Where are you Lord?

Where are you Lord?

Why can’t I feel your presence Lord you seem so far away?

Not able to feel you close to me especially when I pray

Even as I write these words I’m hoping that you’ll see

To feel your presence is what I want it would mean the world to me

I’m feeling that I’m in a prison, trying so hard to break out

I’m grabbing to the bars that hold me, trying to figure what life’s about

Hemmed in by life, I’m feeling trapped just like a spiritual game

I feel like, I’m incarcerated, being jailed now for my shame

I’m feeling confined, I’ve been trying to get out, I’m making plans to escape

Nevertheless, I know that there’s a barrier as my life has to be reshaped

The problems seem big, the walls are so high, and I know I can’t get out

I huddle in a corner within my mind, eyes closed I scream, and shout

There’s always something in life where I go astray and know that I’m doing wrong

Reading the bible I find a verse it condemns me all day long

No matter what I do, nothing ever seems right, that is, when it comes to God

When He sees my sin and watches my life He knows I am a sod

I’ve prayed to God asking many things but an answer it does not come

Yet He promises in His word, that He would give me anything, if I only ask through His son

When I pray to God whose up in the Heavens it makes me feel pretty small

God turns His head and looks away as my prayers bounce off the walls

                 I’m just not able to penetrate, to get through to God’s own heart

It’s been like that for many years now, right from the start

However, there you sit on Heavens Throne never worrying about a thing

I only wish that you would care and try to look past my sin

I know dear Lord that there’s nothing else, as my life begins to stray

I realize that I’m nothing to you but just a piece of clay

I know dear God your word tells me, you’re the potter and I’m the clay

I’ve always prayed that you would mould me and make use of me one day

You’re probably sitting up in heaven just thinking I’m being too bold

You think I’m feeling sorry for myself because I’m getting old

However Lord the truth is, I’m feeling tired, exhausted as I pray

Hoping one day that you’ll bend your ear and hear me Lord today

Every day I always feel, just a glimmer of hope, yes, maybe this will be the day

That you will turn your face towards me and finally hear my plea, as I lift my hands to pray

It’s been many years now Lord since I’ve followed you and I’ve called you Lord ever since

Please show me Lord that you are there, just give me a little glimpse

Written by Chris Turner

April 12^th, 2013

“The day my girlfriend died”

Lyrics to my new song. In process of recording a video. 

“The day my girlfriend died”

It is such a beautiful day today, as I’m always on the run

I think I’d better hit the gas, as I have to pick up mum

As usual she was there on time; she was such a lovely soul

I loved just every ounce of her, her hair was dark as coal

I remembered that day years ago, at the mission I picked her up

She was talking there to all her friends; in her hand she held a cup

A little spot of tea you know, is what she liked the best

The tea they say that hits the spot, is the one with a little zest

Chorus

What is life all about, I’m trying to understand

It has its twists and turns, I envisioned it more Grande

Disappointments and sadness too, has taken it’s toll on me

I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Yes, I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

As she got into my car that day, we were on our way home

She gave me news I didn’t want, I could tell just by her tone

You know your old girlfriend Cathy, I’m sorry to tell you son

Last night you know she passed away, went to her Heavenly home

Instantly my eyes were blurred and I found it hard to drive

Tears came streaming down my face and I began to cry

I said O’ mum my heart is broken I loved her oh so much

She was such a beautiful Christian too, as she always went to church

Chorus

What is life all about, I’m trying to understand

It has its twists and turns, I envisioned it more Grande

Disappointments and sadness too, has taken it’s toll on me

I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Yes, I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

She went to sleep that Saturday night I wonder how she felt

As she prayed her last prayer at her bed as she knelt

Lying in bed her head was sore, maybe thought she had a cold

An aneurysm would occur and God would take her soul

She knew one day she’d go to Heaven, she believed in God’s son

She didn’t think she would go this soon, at the age of twenty one

God had different plans; we know that this was plain to see

As she slept upon her bed that night, God just set her free

Chorus

What is life all about, I’m trying to understand

It has its twists and turns, I envisioned it more Grande

Disappointments and sadness too, has taken it’s toll on me

I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Yes, I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Written by Chris Turner

May 22, 2013