Russell G. Robison

TWISTED

I long for where the angels live
That still is my desire
But I believe that I’ll return
Again to face the fire

So many things inside of me
That I cannot wash clean;
How can I be forgiven
For those things I’ve done obscene?

That’s just the way I see it
For my anger long ago
For He was there to see it all
And I wish He didn’t know

I’m told I shouldn’t feel this way
Or think of days unkind
But I can’t shake the question:
How could I have been so blind?