Theological Disease
(Verse 1)
The preacher's voice, a steady hum
Promised salvation, would surely come
But every sermon, every amen
Felt like a tightening deep within
A whisper started, cold and low
"You're not enough, you'll never know"
The gentle spirit, once so clear
Now shadowed by a rising fear.
(Chorus)
Oh, this theological disease
It twists the truth and brings me to my knees
Not a fever, nor a broken bone
But a sickness of the soul, all alone
It drains the joy, and fills the space
With doubt and dread, a losing race
Searching for healing, for release
From this theological disease.
(Verse 2)
They said that God was love and grace
But all I felt was judgment's face
Every scripture, every word
A heavy burden I had incurred
Tried to pray the doubts away
But darkness grew with every day
The perfect path, a narrow line
Left no room for a heart like mine.
(Chorus)
Oh, this theological disease
It twists the truth and brings me to my knees
Not a fever, nor a broken bone
But a sickness of the soul, all alone
It drains the joy, and fills the space
With doubt and dread, a losing race
Searching for healing, for release
From this theological disease.
(Bridge)
Is faith a comfort, or a chain?
Does holiness require such pain?
I'm seeking truth beyond the fear
A quiet peace, to hold so dear
To mend the spirit, torn and frayed
From promises that feel betrayed.
(Chorus)
Oh, this theological disease
It twists the truth and brings me to my knees
Not a fever, nor a broken bone
But a sickness of the soul, all alone
It drains the joy, and fills the space
With doubt and dread, a losing race
Searching for healing, for release
From this theological disease.
(Outro)
To find the light, to breathe again
To break the cycle, and begin
To trust the heart, and truly see
Beyond this theological disease.
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