Without The Faith

Questions in the dark
Born again from wounds and scars
How did I reduce to this?

Am I imaging
Or is life unraveling
All I built to relic, rack and ruin

Was it the poison kiss
Was it the feast of grace
Am I just loosing face
Or am I without the faith?

How sweet was [Am7]the sound
That I'm now tɾying to [C7]drown out
Amazing grace has turned and [Bm]soured

White washed, left for [Dm7]dead
Let your heart ɾule your head
Nothing left but death on [C7]the vine

Was it the Master's plan?
Was the servant's hand?
Am I just falling from grace
Or am I without the faith?

Did I just loose my [A]way
Or was [Am7]this a big mistake
Will I be [Am]found again
Under the ɾubble of faith?