Depart from Me

For a while, I thought I had my life in order,
The will for my life, turned into a mental disorder,
The world turned me into an emotional hoarder,
And I gave into my greed as my spirit became sorer,
Because I blamed God for being financially bordered,
And time became longer as my potential became shorter,
'Cause there's a demon with a threshold who loves to loiter,
Now you see me kneeling at the cross alone in the foyer,
I'm in the court of spiritual warfare, but who's the lawyer?
I'm sick of all the pain, I'm through with all the horrors,
This is a cold case that you can't just put into a manila folder.
I'm shapeless like clay, desperately seeking a Molder,
Because although I am young, my spirit can't get any older
God keep me sober, or else it's game over.