Time After Time
It is not the writing, but the subject
As it is almost like fighting to get some people to reflect
Typing on the keyboard, asking God for some direction
For anytime I soared it was always in God's reflection
Many will miss out, wallowing in their own doubt
It is to them that I shout, why aren't you more devout
Only repeating what the Lord has said as you lie in that bed
Knowing full well in my head without the Lord, you are dead
So I'll try one style like using the color gray
Then after a while I try things a different way
But for everything I say there is always someone in denial
So all I can do is pray and whittle away with this file
And so I again begin down yet another path
Talking about the wrath that comes along with our sin
But why did you continue to read being in such doubt
I just wish that you agreed that Jesus is your only way out
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