Lost Witness
Lost Witness
It pains me, everytime I see you.
Your life is vacant of proper love,
And your smiles are vacant of joy.
Lust fills our eyes, and longing
Fills our hearts, as we gaze upon eachother.
I search for ways to show you,
About the life, about the freedom, about the peace,
That a life in Christ intells. What a poor witness I’ve become, letting my flesh
Rule me, while your spirit and soul go unfed and
In need.
After we go our ways once more, I hear in my heart,
‘Why didn’t you show her more of me today?’
It pains me, everytime I see you.
Your life is vacant of proper love,
And your smiles are vacant of joy.
Lust fills our eyes, and longing
Fills our hearts, as we gaze upon eachother.
I search for ways to show you,
About the life, about the freedom, about the peace,
That a life in Christ intells. What a poor witness I’ve become, letting my flesh
Rule me, while your spirit and soul go unfed and
In need.
After we go our ways once more, I hear in my heart,
‘Why didn’t you show her more of me today?’