Third

Suppressing truth which is known.
Exchanging the whole truth for a shameful clone.
Ignorant comments like,
"they're in the streets... They're in the bars..."
What stupid lines,
the worst they've done is steal from the cookie jar.
Still they call for love, and they gossip,
(but in reality they just tell tales) and they want sex,
but they don't want the opposite.
(they just tell tales) Unrestrained by propriety, they are proud,
And in their boastful maliciousness they are crowned.
Walking down the street, fell into an open grave.
People pass by. They tell me to behave.
Dropping snakes, protruding venom,
and still I'm not the slithering victim.
Desultory. Quick as razor blades.
Perfunctory. Drowning in blood like the son of a killer.
Veracity, their vengeance evades.
All become a pile of mud. Were you not in this too?
"Whatever you thought would make you happy", is where I got caught.
In that same story. No reason I can find, we're all of the same kind,
I literally do not understand why God chose to save me from the lie.
What exceptional love is this: that I can die, and don't have to live?
You've heard of a zombie? Well, I'm a nobody.
But to God, for no reason except love, I belong to a kingdom.
And still they call for love, and they gossip, and they want sex,
but they don't want the opposite. Unrestrained by propriety.
Such greater pleasure beyond This instant gratification,
but still missing the point. When I think of how You love me
(I deserve to be destroyed by You. You did the opposite. You love me.
I can't fathom where I should be) When I think of how you love it me,
it makes it hard to breath.
It's hard to believe,
because I've spit in Your face so many times I've spurned your grace.
So many times I've turned my back on You,
and I've had my share of doubt.
I've spit in Your face so many times I've spurned your grace.
So many times I've turned my back on You,
and I've had my share of doubt.
I've spit in Your face so many times I've spurned your grace.
So many times I've turned my back on You,
and I've had my share of doubt.
And when I think of how You love me, (I bleed venom down my back.)
And when I think of how You love me,
You saw it when I turned away, but You knew all along.
When I think of Your love.
When I think of how you love me, it makes it hard to breath.
When I think of how you love me, it makes me want to sing.
But no one is righteous.
No, not one. Except You Jesus,
You are righteous, You are God, You alone.
Holy holy is the Lord almighty, holy holy.