Not my Will

Not my will, but your will be done

Not my will, but your will be done

Not my will, but your will be done

Who knows when your life ends?

Did anyone on the planet plan it?

Put a seed in the soil, planted

never water, let the wind fan it

Did it wither in the winter?

Or could it withstand it?

Born from the ashes,

withered stems of our choices crashes

Rise from the guilt,

For this house on the stone, it was built

Purged from the depths,

Raised up by the Lord, we met

And the angels wept

Freed from our sin,

To the end of the earth, we win

Life is such a long road,

Who knows where it ends, though?

When it's over, let the smoke fade

As the enemy fights in his own cage.

Cursed by his works, crying from his own ways

The demon feeding off the needy never makes a good trade.

Can't buy a soul if the deeds written in the Lords name.

Not my will, but your will be done

Not my will, but your will be done

Not my will, but your will be done

I want to be a saviour- I want to be a saint

But I am just a sinner- whose destined for the grave

If I can climb the ladder- and shift the tide of fate

Then color me a halo, when Im encased in paint

The devils on my tongue now, he's sippin from my brain

I try to turn my head off, I try to run away

I think its just my own thoughts, My legs are feeling lame

We only get this one life, so beware to play this game

Not my will, but your will be done

Not my will, but your will be done

Not my will, but your will be done