The End of my Rope

from by Andrew Dempsen



Sometimes when I’ve reached the end of my rope
I am tempted to suddenly, just let go and to fall into nothingness
Silently curse God and die

And I know what you’re thinking, “boy, get on your knees and repent of these thoughts that you just shouldn’t think”
But what if I’m tired tonight, what If I don’t want to try

And I tried my best just to pick up my cross, but it’s there in the corner collecting dust while I polish off the last of the memories and wine

I listened to the voice of the tempter, I followed him into deserts and winter, but why does his voice sound so much like mine?

I reveled in comfort, and courted oblivion, emptied my soul till there was nothing but dust in it, ignored the ache and denied even knowing the light.

So many times

I feel like Peter the night Jesus died
With a gut full of sorrow and a mouth full of lies
Judas can’t take it and neither can I
I’ve betrayed my beloved so numb I can’t cry
Jesus, my Jesus, to hell with my pride, I’m sorry
To death, but still fear for my life
I don't know where to run I don't know where to hide
But I swear I don't know you, swear to God several times

But I’ve got all my eggs
Hanging on this thread


from Good Morals and High Standards, released August 4, 2017



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