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