Anglican
Member
- Joined
- Nov 2, 2009
- Messages
- 358
You'refinding life is humdrum
You'refinding church a bore
Thethrill you got from serving Him
Issadly there no more
You'regoing through the motions
Thewords you do not mean
Youmight as well just disappear
Asthough you'd never been.
Maybeyou are holding back
Fromgiving all you've got
ToHe who knows you inside out
Who'sloved you from year dot
You'resitting on a flaky fence
Thesplinters cause you pain
Whenare you going to clamber back
UponHis road again.
You'refinding church a bore
Thethrill you got from serving Him
Issadly there no more
You'regoing through the motions
Thewords you do not mean
Youmight as well just disappear
Asthough you'd never been.
Maybeyou are holding back
Fromgiving all you've got
ToHe who knows you inside out
Who'sloved you from year dot
You'resitting on a flaky fence
Thesplinters cause you pain
Whenare you going to clamber back
UponHis road again.
