Loud Is The World - Dirt Poor Robins

Loud is the world that always bleeds through

A tainted replacement for that which is true

And I let it hold me and whisper it’s lies

It feeds what is dead in this flesh I despise

Yet there’s a light in this smothering black

That guides and revives and provides what I lack

But as soon as I find once again I am lost

Drowning in waves of temptation I’m tossed, I’m tossed

Always falling under the layers of deceit

The enemy before me grabbing at my feet

And I reach for the hand of the Savior I know

He lifts me up as the world slips below

Soon yet another temptation appears

I’m pulled through the test by a Father who cares

But blinded by pride once again I concede

Upon all my hidden desires I feed, I feed

Pour Your grace on me for I am weak but I believe

I need to be free of everything that comes between my Father and me

Pour Your grace on me for I am weak but I believe

I need to be free of everything that comes between my Father and me