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 Of eternal safety I dreamt
Feeding my illusions Failing at a fool's attempt
Hearing is not sufficient Heeding is what's required
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.

Anthony Foster
April 28, 2020