Track One off of "Step Tracing"
Could change the world but stuck to the couch,
a bad attitude inside you try to hide, time to clean house
A vertical intention but attention reroutes,
To anything stimulating- self discipline yourself!
Your health depends on what you already know,
but your slow to react and lack self control.
I know that you know that God is watching,
The Father, Spirit and Son around the clock not stopping.
A cloud of witnesses in addition but your shrinking at any inkling of mocking.
The same sin depraves men of knowing God but you can't stop them.
Because you're too stuck on yourself so you stay quiet,
You don't don't engage because you're afraid with closed eyelids,
The silence is deafening because God is beckoning your insides,
Reckoning my stance because I'm trying to give you some insight.
I highlight the problem by writing on my own forehead,
When I say you, I'm looking in the mirror pleading wake up- because you're dead!
A raised fist to the sky ready to enlist,
Steady with insisting on never missing,
A surgical strike precise towards the cyst,
Remove the cancer - its no vision - start the incision,
My mission is clear, leave myself in the rear view,
A clear view and focus to get the truth near you,
What better place than for truth to be inside your head,
But if I don't speak, do I have your blood on my hands, that you're dead?!
He bled, He died, He cried for your soul,
You run, you hide and you try to maintain control.
But I've learned you can run but Jesus doesn't get tired,
My exhaustion gives Him time to shine like I grabbed a live wire,
So I hide my face and lift my hands to Him like I'm drowning in water,
Lack of me means more Him, I point you to the Father.