could I be better than this?
it's like I never forget
what it's like to begin.
I'm at the disadvantage
of viewing the world
from inside my own head.
I've supplied my apathetic best
let her fly out from her nest
she flew longer than the rest
but now we're wondering
how life up high can feel so dead
Heaven is coming soon.
but am I ready?
Jerusalem is coming soon
but no one is ready.
is this supposed to be wealth?
as if the clothes that I have
could redeem men from hell.
so when I land in the grave
I want to know that I gave
what I could to Your name.
Redeemer, please don't spit me out
lukewarm from Your mouth
into the unforgiving drought
Jesus, show me
how life held high can not fall dead.
Heaven is coming soon.
but am I ready?
Jerusalem is coming soon
but no one is ready.
when You ride in
on that white horse
let it not be said that I was lukewarm.
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