Wickeds End - Lukewarm

Woe to the one who takes the name Of the Lord in vain
Of the one whose cystic sinful life Puts Him to shame
Treat their chosen walk with Holy Christ
As if it's a game Gorge upon their fecal sinful might As if grace is lame
I maintain this scary truth That you are no better than the ones who refute
I implore you to finally choose Walk the walk, talk the talk, you lukewarm brood
Follower of Christ by day Harlot by night
Lover of the bottle's kiss Upon the cross you piss
Line your pockets with dead gold Your greed is hopelessly obscene
File into the pool of The world's ways
We are called to be set apart Yet you are far From living for Him
A slave to your own whims Are you really Christian?
Or a liar bound to sin You're alive
It's not too late To turn from your old ways!
Faith without works is truly dead it's what he said
So, if your faith is really true Where are they?
Even those fallen failures believe in His name
You are no different from their ugly shame

Written by:
John Dixon

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