Ichabod

standing broken naked trapped alone forsaken
i can't even comprehend the message i have sent
and i have wandered straying
amused by all wise sayings
cut the rope, i'm swaying
where have the days of glory gone

you give me something give me something for nothing
you give me something give me something for free

here lies that barren wasteland
you look at me i'm stupid
wretched worm that i am
so, so undeserving
and now my posture is hunched in disarray
throw me in the dungheap oh and yet you still love me

Ichabod, are you wrestling like Jacob with God
the glory has left you, your standing at odds
see the eyes of I AM upon you
hear the flesh tear, it should be upon you

the moon is now out shining
bring light to the night
walking on disabled wooden crutch for my life
where was your glory when i cried last night
when i awoke your thunder spoke
i stood in wondered fright