It’s every single day
I turn and walk away
I know I’m hurting You

I hear Your beck and call
Yet I put up the wall
To try and drown your muse

And as I throw a tantrum I know that I am wrong
When I look into Your eyes I see a love so strong

And all I can say is, “I’m sorry Lord! I’m sorry Lord!”
And all I can do is repent
I know when it comes to faith that I’m a whore
So search my heart, will You relent?