If life is about surviving, is it really worth living?
If we give begrudgingly, is it really giving?
When day breaks and the pieces fall,
What is the name on whom we call?
When our world crumbles and trembles lead,
Does our faith remain the same indeed?
Time, what is time?
To some, it’s just another rhyme.
But, to others it’s minute less.
Believing life truly is limitless.
If life is meant to live out the gospel,
How many are really living?
How many stop to breath?
What is fresh air without the windows open?
And what is growth without trials?
Why is it that we must be broken before we can truly love?
To love out of meekness when push comes to shove.
My will needs a refilling because it keeps on spilling.
Transform me from the inside,
Until it is in you that I abide.
Fear the Lord with all your being and in your innermost heart you will sing.
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