Devoted

I'm no brand ambassador I'm a lyrical crusader I'm no face on a magazine I preach He that forgives sin Blessed be every platform But the subtle lure to conform Prompts me to always be awake For the multitude of witnesses' sake I'm commissioned and charged And I'm therefore harshly judged To be an example That their talk can sample Grace and loving admonition Is also our mission Of which our accusers remain oblivious Thus their fear of faith is obvious They fear the very dose they administer To be recipients of mockery so sinister To relinquish grace for their own flaws And to be expected to be the epitome of all laws. Why are you held back By the fear of attack Why don't you dare a bold stand And for once test God's Hand? Be still and know that He is God Be comforted by His Staff and Rod Be His sheep and know His voice That clarity may once again rule your every choice