Sleeping Samson

Wake up church! Why are you sleeping? The harvest is ripe and it's yours for the reaping See this world is so busy following the beat  That while they dance our kids are dying in these streets  Yet here you are, with their hope living inside you  Sitting comfortably in your seat never leaving the third pew I wonder how you got here, how you fell in such deep slumber  Literally a saint marching in but adding none to the number  Your Samson like spirit, started strong and set apart  You were chosen from the womb to be kept close to the Master's heart  Then this Delilah of deception formed only to afflict you  Mixed her coldness with your fire, which caused God to spew you  This Devil of division lured you in her palace of persuasion Making up fables and fallacies that would shake your very foundation  And she swung her hips of hatred and hypocrisy  She seduced from you your secret and bound you up in philosophy  So when your enemy came in like a flood  They caught you with your guard down  There was no standard against him so you continued to stay bound  But this isn't the end for you , what we know from past history  Is that Christ came to open the eyes of the blind and set the captives free