the kingdom suffers the kingdom suffers but i must still remain when the kingdom s suffering violence the kingdom suffers i must still remain i ve only run halfway feels like less than half my strength remains but there s just one place i ll make my grave it s in you and when the kingdom suffers i must still remain when the kingdoms suffering violence a goblin told me that god was metaphorical well metaphorically when i come to the end of myself he s got a lot of the same questions as me said he s drowning beneath an ocean of dogma and liturgy and the waves keep pulling him further out to sea while whatever the water uncovered underneath washes up exposed on the beach said the father who knows all secrets reveals them all eventually there is truth it is stuck inside my head it confuses everything i do once upon a time i knew that it all belonged to you but it all got misconstrued the day my brother up and abandoned us for his philosophical musings well how amusing and why don t you sing over me no really why don t you sing over me didn t you used to sing over me is my brother gone because he never believed or if he did is he a son that you ll continue to keep and if i see so much of myself in him what does that say about your grip on me did you let him go or did he leave or did he stop seeking salvation with fear and trembling will i see my friends again in eternity how deeply can we grieve the spirit before the spirit s work will cease oh all my family i m afraid wind driven and tossed like the waves of the sea i m not faithless but i m faltering and i need you to pray for me the kingdom suffers and i ve not run halfway and less than half of my faith remains but you can t deny yourself then there s still just one place that i ll make my grave i hear the savior say thy strength indeed is small child of weakness watch and pray find in me thine all in all i have not abandoned your heart i have not abandoned your heart this has been the devil s winter frost bitten and frozen in time as though the days are but a whisper but shrill enough to constantly remind me the past is not forgotten and my wounds are not yet healed yet when the sutures set and seal my heart even then the scars cannot be concealed you have revealed yourself in weakness clothed yourself in poverty the emerald city holds so much of my soul but its needles always find me wanting my body groans with the rest of creation and you intercede for me chosen before the earth s foundations so we will stand ground expectantly and i find my hope in the eager anticipation of what going home will bring the kingdom suffers and i ve not run halfway and less than half of my faith remains but if you can t deny yourself then there s still just one place that i ll make my grave i have not abandoned your heart i will not abandon your heart