(from the “Clean & Sober House”)
For an education in the fallen flesh one only needs observe,
the judgment of addicted souls, exhibiting some nerve!
They flush each other down the loo, and laugh at every scream,
while acting so superior, just caught up in some dream.
Mocking rules, and breaking all, with calculated skill,
the obedient are seen as tools, as especially weak of will.
Here drama is the newfound drug, it freely floods the place,
The pain of others' meets a smirking, smug, & condescending face.
A contest on “who has it worst”, seems daily on the run,
But sadly those who “come in first” are having the least fun!
They truly think that all they need is just a stronger will,
they think accountability will somehow grow this skill.
And yet there is no honesty, but daily spun white-lies,
and hiding in the shadows, to avoid the judging eyes.
There lurks a fear, a terror, that the demons will return,
and void their solid effort, to recover and to learn.
There lurks a timid hope that this time could be the one,
When all their giants will be slain and they will overcome!
So sad and hopeful pace the floors, in a competition, strong,
and evil lurks in shadows, from the midnight to the dawn,
hoping to increase the sad and drive the hope away,
people struggling with their failures every single day.
So, where's the “Church”, where have we been? Have we a part to play -
while government enables flesh, and steals their hope away?
Where is the light we're called to bring, to darkened, hopeless flesh,
why do we hide in our safe caves, in judgmental, self-righteous mess!
Why do we climb on our high horse, to look down on the slain,
pretending that it's not our fault that those succumbed to pain?
Where is the TRUTH to counter lies, that “this” is all they get!
When, but for Jesus, there's no doubt, we'd be worse off yet!
It's time we took the blinders off, It's time we made a move!
It's time that GOD's Anointed Savior's LOVE WE came to prove!
It's time that we shook off the moss, of chasing all OUR dreams,
and shook the very gates of hell, following our King!
It's time that those who call on HIM, Made HIM The LORD of ALL,
and stopped selective following, that fails the highest call!
We can not hope to do His will, from within Ivory Walls,
We can not hope to change the world from our dark religious halls!
We have to go out to the field, where the harvest is quite ripe,
We have to find the strength of will, to lay aside the gripe!
We can not do The Father's Biz, while chasing our own dreams,
we must CHOOSE LIFE – His Way, His Truth, and lay aside our schemes.
It's time to put our armor on and march right out to war,
Or what's the point, and what's the deal, just what's an army for?
We are not called to ration lines, or long-drawn out retreats!
We're called to charge the gates of hell, and many other feats!
We're called to lift His banner High, and go out in His Name,
don't be those five whose lamps went out, they sulked away in shame.
Don't be the ones who doubted and would not get out that boat!
Don't be the ones who point the fingers, mock the lost and gloat!
Don't be the ones who, on that day, The Savior will deny,
Don't be the ones who miss the mark of our Father who's on high!
Don't be the one who's kingdom comes before the Father's will,
He's calling us up to the work, why are we waiting, still?
One day we'll stand before His Throne, in defeat, or victory won,
will you be one who gets His smile, and hears Him say, “Well done”?
Now's the time, between death or life, to finally make that choice.
Let's fill the lamp, and shine the light, so with HIM we can rejoice.
Let's bring the harvest to His Throne, let's work while it is day,
for very soon the darkness comes and we'll be called away.