LORD, I said, I want to be your man, not my own. So to you I give my money, my car. even my home. Then, smug and content, I relaxed with a smile And whispered to God, I bet its been a while, Since anyone has given so much so freely. His answer surprised me. He replied, Not really Not a day has gone by since the beginning of time, That someone hasnt offered meager nickels and dimes, Golden altars and crosses, contributions and penance, Stones monuments and steeples; but why not REPENTANCE. Your lips know no prayer. Your eyes, no compassion But you will go to church (when church-goings in fashion). Just give me a tear, a heart ready to mold And Ill give you a mission, a message so bold. That a fire will be stirred where there was only death, And your heart will be flamed by my life and my breath. I stuck my hands in my pockets and kicked at the dirt, its tough to be corrected ( I guess my feelings were hurt). But it was worth the struggles to realize the thought. That the cross isnt for sale and Christs blood cant be bought.
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