Tuesday, May 5, 2020

More of Christ



Help me for I am fallen and I cannot get up
The dust that I am made of is calling unto dust 

Help me for I am broken and But all I see is pain 
Blinded by lesser graces the Grace of God I fain
I sang a Christian song I prayed a Christian prayer
Heard countless Christian sermons 

In a building burning with despair
Is any lostness worse than remaining lost 

while believing that you’re found? 
Is there a greater obscene cost than being hell bound

Strip away distractions
Take away dissatisfactions
I fill my life with, to my loss
I cannot discern the cost
Now let it all be sacrificed,
if it will get me more of Christ. 

Now let it all be sacrificed,
if it will get me more of Christ.


Drinking sand in a desert While thinking it was wine
To play the saint to play the game, faining pearls just like the swine 

I sat in my finest church clothes Running straight to hell
Lost in a dire delusion Sinking at perditions well

Feeding fatal dreams while hiding my contempt
Feeding my illusions Failing at a fool's attempt
Hearing is not sufficient I must heed what's true and plain
A faith that won't obey the Word Is useless void and vain


Strip away distractions
Take away the actions
I fill my life with, to my loss
I cannot discern the cost
Now let it all be sacrificed,
if it will get me more of Christ. 

Now let it all be sacrificed,
if it will get me more of Christ.


April 28, 2020
2 Corinthians 5:9
Matthew 7:21-23
Anthony Foster 

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