If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything...
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
PLASTIC MASQUERADE
Is there anyone that stumbles?
Is there anyone that’s scared?
Has anyone been humbled?
Does anybody care?
When I take a look around me
Everyone seems so refined
I was lonely ‘til He found me
I’m de branch; only He’s de vine
So I try to play the part, pretend everything's OK
I believe it in my heart, but my feet are made of clay
So with a painted smile, I say the same tired cliches
I may go the second mile, but then I lose my way
Do we always have to be
The first in line to pray?
Are we the first to hit our knees?
Or, like sheep, have we strayed?
Is this the “real McCoy”
Or a plastic masquerade?
Are we full of peace and joy
Or does the feeling quickly fade?
Though your prayer may be unspoken
His word will not return in vain
The invitation's always open
He can clean that crimson stain
To every heart that has been broken
To every sky that’s filled with rain
Stop your pining and your mopin’
Leave behind your ball and chain
And be free in Jesus’ name
Is there anyone who's hopin’
For the gift and not the wage?
To every heart that has been broken
By this plastic masquerade
The play is nearly over
It’s time to turn the page
But even if we’re clean and sober
We need to call a spade a spade
We needn't be someone
That we can never be
We mustn't jump the gun
Are we just too blind to see?
Is there anyone who's just barely copin’
Anyone who thinks this is just a stage?
I pray your eyes will soon be opened
And you'll let the lion out of the cage
You'll stop your whinin' and your mopin’
You'll leave behind your ball and chain
You'll stop your cussin' and your smokin'
And be free in Jesus’ name
Is there anyone that’s scared?
Has anyone been humbled?
Does anybody care?
When I take a look around me
Everyone seems so refined
I was lonely ‘til He found me
I’m de branch; only He’s de vine
So I try to play the part, pretend everything's OK
I believe it in my heart, but my feet are made of clay
So with a painted smile, I say the same tired cliches
I may go the second mile, but then I lose my way
Do we always have to be
The first in line to pray?
Are we the first to hit our knees?
Or, like sheep, have we strayed?
Is this the “real McCoy”
Or a plastic masquerade?
Are we full of peace and joy
Or does the feeling quickly fade?
Though your prayer may be unspoken
His word will not return in vain
The invitation's always open
He can clean that crimson stain
To every heart that has been broken
To every sky that’s filled with rain
Stop your pining and your mopin’
Leave behind your ball and chain
And be free in Jesus’ name
Is there anyone who's hopin’
For the gift and not the wage?
To every heart that has been broken
By this plastic masquerade
The play is nearly over
It’s time to turn the page
But even if we’re clean and sober
We need to call a spade a spade
We needn't be someone
That we can never be
We mustn't jump the gun
Are we just too blind to see?
Is there anyone who's just barely copin’
Anyone who thinks this is just a stage?
I pray your eyes will soon be opened
And you'll let the lion out of the cage
You'll stop your whinin' and your mopin’
You'll leave behind your ball and chain
You'll stop your cussin' and your smokin'
And be free in Jesus’ name
Sunday, January 9, 2011
New Year's Resolution
This year I made a New Year's resolution
To spread good cheer and find a solution
To the war on terror and air pollution
To make love not war in the middle east
To give to the poor and to pray for peace
And not to receive the mark of the beast
It was the hardest decision I've ever faced
Throw in the towel or try to win first place
Keep my hand on the plow or give up in disgrace?
To pick up the pace or try to find a resolution
To win this last race or to find a real solution
Play my jack and ace or mount a counter-revolution
To spread good cheer and find a solution
To the war on terror and air pollution
To make love not war in the middle east
To give to the poor and to pray for peace
And not to receive the mark of the beast
It was the hardest decision I've ever faced
Throw in the towel or try to win first place
Keep my hand on the plow or give up in disgrace?
To pick up the pace or try to find a resolution
To win this last race or to find a real solution
Play my jack and ace or mount a counter-revolution
Friday, January 7, 2011
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