Some just don't know
that God isn't for show--
like to talk about what they don't know.
They are upset and confused,
misused and abused.
Believing in lies,
while the spirit within dies.
Void of understanding,
often they cause a misunderstanding.
They then ask, "Why?"
while loved ones just cry.
The more you pray, the more they say,
"I'm okay..." but wasn't it just the other day,
they had many hurtful words to say?
They don't believe they need Jesus,
that's why they put up a fuss,
while dark spirits they entrust.
To be lost is to be alone,
the spirit man will groan.
You forget what you have been shown.
You live life on a loan.
You worry about many things,
your spirit no longer sings.
Too lazy to help another,
you disown a brother.
You manipulate and lie to get ahead,
you attempt to get peace from a bed.
People distance themselves from you.
You wonder, "What did I do?"
Those who act like they care,
expect you to pay their fare.
A ride of life everyone takes,
but they wonder, "How much you make?"
When you are all used up with nothing to give,
that's when you ask, "Why do I live?"
Nicholl McGuire
that God isn't for show--
like to talk about what they don't know.
They are upset and confused,
misused and abused.
Believing in lies,
while the spirit within dies.
Void of understanding,
often they cause a misunderstanding.
They then ask, "Why?"
while loved ones just cry.
The more you pray, the more they say,
"I'm okay..." but wasn't it just the other day,
they had many hurtful words to say?
They don't believe they need Jesus,
that's why they put up a fuss,
while dark spirits they entrust.
To be lost is to be alone,
the spirit man will groan.
You forget what you have been shown.
You live life on a loan.
You worry about many things,
your spirit no longer sings.
Too lazy to help another,
you disown a brother.
You manipulate and lie to get ahead,
you attempt to get peace from a bed.
People distance themselves from you.
You wonder, "What did I do?"
Those who act like they care,
expect you to pay their fare.
A ride of life everyone takes,
but they wonder, "How much you make?"
When you are all used up with nothing to give,
that's when you ask, "Why do I live?"
Nicholl McGuire
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