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

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