Proactive

What’s up with us people,
Sitting under our steeple,
Not living it through the week though,
Can’t talk about the gospel,
Acting like we’re crippled,
So we go around and we grapple,
Like we just drank a bad can o’ Snapple,
Taste buds ruined,
Can’t taste the truth and,
Swayed by the wind and,
Fighting the headwind that forces us to surrender,
Like a busted fender,
Crushed up in a blender,
Going around being big spenders,
Falling down like a pair of pants minus suspenders,
Living up all the splendor,
Becoming a fake and a pretender,
Doing nothing but going around to hinder,
All others from becoming better contenders,
Christ defenders,
We would rather live for us,
And sit around and lust,
Saying that it’s for us or bust,
What’s up with us people,
Sitting under our steeple,
Not living it through the week though,
Can’t talk about the gospel,
Acting like we’re crippled,
So what’s to come of it all?
Who will we turn to when we fall?
Who will give us warmth like a grandmother’s shawl?
I say Christ and only Christ can answer our call,
If we see what he’s done for us overall,
Even before we were a sparkle in our mothers eyeball,
And even before we learned how to crawl,
But we would rather claim Christ as an oddball,
And not give up our lives to His call,
Can’t stand the heat but we’re still in the kitchen,
Making our own last meals,
Talking to the Devil and making deals,
When all he wants to do is burn us but we never heal,
We must turn to Christ and not the devil,
And go out each day and face the peril,
With the strength of Christ and robbed in Ephesians 6 apparel,
What’s up with us people,
Sitting under our steeple,
Not living it through the week though,
So get up and share the gospel,
With the strength of Christ and coupled with other people.