Too Much

Too much, too much

I can’t do it all

But it is my crutch

It’s who I am, isn’t it?

 

Mary the contrary

No, Martha, Martha

The difference is there

The difference is me

 

Too much, too much

I can’t do it all

But if I don’t try

Who am I, really?

 

Martha, Martha

It’s not my name

But it’s who I am

It is who I will be

 

Too much, too much

I can’t do it all

But if I don’t try

Then who will, who will?

 

Munificent Martha?

Merciful Martha?

You gave me this heart

So stop blaming me

 

Too much, too much

I can’t do it all

What I want is easy

It looks like You, doesn’t it?

 

This is Your fault

If You had only just

Made me different

Made them different

 

Too much, too much

I can’t do it all

But I am trying, trying

Is my worship worthless?

 

This is Your fault

You created the man

That created the mess

I am just trying to fix it

 

Too much, too much

I can’t do it all

And I refuse to see

How I am killing myself

 

This is Your fault

If You had only just

Guided me better

Or told me sooner

 

 

 

 

 

 

But it was my fault

 

 

 

 

 

 

My life, now my death

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had killed myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I knew it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too much, too much

But still here You come

You beckon to Mary

And allow me to see

Take It In

Look at this world
And take it all in.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

But don’t look too long
Just take a glance.
Trust me, okay?

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