Fallen

Every time I fall again,
It's harder than before
to get back up and try to live
this life I'm dying for.

I want so much to make a change
To fix this broken world.
I want to rise and sing Your name
To wave your flag unfurled.

But when I think I'm at the peak
When I think I'm there
I crash back down like falling rain
my sins pulled out, laid bare.

Lord, I make so many mistakes,
ones so bleakly plain,
I think sometimes that I'm just dense,
My sanity is vain.

Why do I try?
When I fall so hard?
Why do I want to stand again,
What will I gain?

Will I gain the mighty mansions
That stand upon the hills?
Will I gain astounding worldly fame,
with all the flaunts and frills
That make up what they call 'the life',
Is that really my treasure vast?
Or would I rather shine your light
And save the best for last?