God, Help!

Help is what I cry inside,
As I slowly die,
I sit here praying to my God,
As hard as I can try.

Help is what I say to Him,
Help me clearly see,
That there way too much to life,
Than materialistic things.

Help is what I yell to Thee,
Even though I shouldn’t,
Because I could’ve helped Him,
When He asked me, but I wouldn’t.

Help is what He wept to me,
When He died for sins,
Oh the pain, oh the agony,
He must’ve felt within.