Typical- the trash I watch, the friends I keep, the way I dress
I spend more time saying sorry than showing that I love you
My quiet time is noisy, sinful thoughts just interrupt you
I can't take this lying down I have 2 make a stand
I wanna be your right hand man and not some Peter Pan
Coz you’re trying to grow me up but I'm scared of the growing pains
So I hide in Never Never Land with Wendy playing childish games
And it's fair to say that on this quest I've become a lost boy
But you need me to stay on course and ride it out like Chris Hoy
Though I know who you are God and just what you've done
I still sin deliberately and disrespect Your son
Why do I do that? I'm not even having fun
But I've sown so many rotten seeds I have to reap some
And I'm bleeding inside coz I'm back to square one
And I hate what I'm doing coz I'm no longer young
Garbage in Garbage out, a really simple principle
So who I choose to hang with is a little more than critical
I'm sick of wallowing in my own mess like a pig
And I could have no complaints if I was cursed like the fig
I have the tools to fight temptation but I'm just too lazy
When Jesus has called me to bear good fruit on a daily basis
I don't want missing communion to become a habit
Coz I lost sight of salvation and mercy I failed to grab it
The kings of kings was tempted with all the things he hates
But he didn't crumble like the apple that Adam and Eve ate
Although they disobeyed and in essence sealed our fate
Christ conquered the prince of Hades and locked the main gate
Yet like a thief who's seen a ruby I try to enter through the window
Make excuses to cover up like "is that really a sin though?"
Our consciences convict us even if we never knew it
The word tells us if you’re not sure then just don't do it
You've got two choices only one of them is right
You either go to heaven or you burn like rice
Don't know about you but I'm so sick of being typical
Look! it's my curfew time's up on being pitiful
Time to respect myself and the author of miracles
Give myself a fighting chance of overcoming the physical- the flesh
Renew my spirit everyday so I feel fresh
No way can I succumb to this deadly cycle
The only way to escape this rat race is the Bible
I can't just be a hearer- knowledge on its own is worthless
I have to put what I hear into practice, that's how it serves its purpose
I now realise why I can't be mediocre
Heaven and hell are real this is not a game of poker
So I can bluff all I want but my God is not mocked
Is it possible for the incomprehensible to be stopped?
We don't understand all His plans so why defy them
I'm gonna stick with Him because no man is an island
We were designed in the image of Christ
But we're not 2D so we should mirror His whole life!
Real talk!
I think that's all I wanted to say!
Poetic sunshine signing out!
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Hope you enjoy the sunshine!


