I know that none, not one, would come
To God, without belief
In Jesus Christ, His only Son.
But yet, I rarely grieve.
I know that no sincerity
In faulty spun ideas
Will bring lost souls prosperity
But yet, I will not speak.
It’s funny how my mouth will move
To talk about the vain,
But when it comes to Gospel-proof
My tongue is mute – in pain.
Not to share God’s Gift to man –
So set His love aside,
Must surely be an evil plan
A peculiar kind of pride.
Oh God, please free me from this sin!
Keep me from Satan’s bate,
That feeds my fearful heart within;
Expel this kind of hate!
“Father, teach my heart to live in the power of the Holy Spirit
and speak with boldness of your truths and Jesus Christ,
who rescues us out of darkness!”
“Go therefore and make disciples …”