The church has grown complacent as we've passed through the ages,
Abandoning their stations, calling false doctrines "phases,"
Not recognizing enemies for the things that they can do,
Looking at their weaknesses, saying "Yes, but they are few."
But I have seen a threat, and it comes not from without:
Why, it's the very thing I just spoke about --
Christians ignoring doctrines that sound so very wrong,
Covering their inner silence with empty, barren song.
But still their rests a hope to recover from our fall:
To turn, face our Savior, ask Him to forgive it all.
With Him our pleas for help shall never fall upon deaf ears,
He hears even when we whimper, cowed by crippling fears.
With our sins we build a prison, with hateful, poisoned walls,
But God is always waiting to make our prison fall.
He's always there to take us back, release us from our cells,
Even when we're far off track, and on our way to Hell.
He guides us when we lose our way, He finds us when we stray,
Until we reach our goal: to stay with Him forever and a day.
So remember when you've fallen just as far as you can fall,
God will always carry you when you've lost the strength to crawl.
