| «You could be born in the church! |
| Your mother and father could raise you in the
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| church! |
| They could bring all your meals and feed you in the church!
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| They could bring a cot and let you sleep in the church! |
| Then they could bring
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| your desk so that you could work out of the church! |
| Then when you die,
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| they could remove the pulpit and bury you in the church! |
| But if you don’t know
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| Jesus you’re gonna die in the church and wake up in Hell!»
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| «Watch the wire and check your targets.»
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| «Think about the future!»
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| The cold of winter now resides where fires once burned bright
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| Unseen forces waging war for possession of your sight
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| Allowing walls to crumble, leaving armor to decay
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| The enemy you once engaged steals vital time away
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| O children, how could you ignore your slowly rotting soul?
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| A carnal mind will bring you death, sin will take its toll
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| From certain death you came to life accepting saving grace
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| The seed was sown on stony ground, you now spit in Savior’s face
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| Hand already to the plow, gaze back at what you’ve lost
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| Withdraw yourself from servanthood reconsidering the cost
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| Pride infests your spirit, love of money rooting deep
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| Ignore conviction’s dying plea, now say «Goodbye morality»
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| Looking for the answers that you once held in your hand
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| Watch your treasures crumble like a kingdom in the sand
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| Father Time exacts his dues, they’re getting hard to pay
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| And even so you turn your back and walk farther away
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| «Wake up in Hell!»
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| Why this apostasy for you know your days are few?
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| You know whatsoever you sow will be reaped back by you
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| Turn back unto the Lord for in Him is life alone
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| Abandoning the truth you’ve known is death and it makes no sense at all
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| «Check your targets.»
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| «Think about the future!»
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| «Hang on, boys, it’s all downhill from here.» |