All my life, I’ve been told that God’s the only way
The only Way to achieve happiness
I’ve believed it since I was a kid
And I’ve seen the people God’s blessed
I’ve been on fire for Him many a time
I’ve witnessed to my friends — being bold
But now something’s left my life
My heart is growing so cold

I feel the fingers of Satan
like an icy Arctic wind
stealing my soul
What can I do now — how can I win?
with a heart so cold?

I’ve reached out for Jesus, my Savior and Lord
hoping to hear just one encouraging word
But dark, ominous silence is all that’s heard
I’m reaching for an encouraging word
I try to recapture my old power
to revive it like a dying child
I want to have the Holy Ghost Power
But I’m growing cold all the while

I feel the fingers of depression like a dark, stormy cloud
killing my soul
What do I do now — how can I win?
with a heart so cold?