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
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