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Inside Job


There's this one thought That will never go away No matter where you run You never reach an escape Things happen so fast With no time to waste Now it's too late You're stuck with a mental mistake Regardless if you took action towards execution You have to be ready for persecution But you can always repent & ask for forgiveness Just don't beat yourself up about it Because at least you were honest enough to admit I know this isn't as easy as it sounds Because it's hard to think straight When your head is underground So what, if you let some tears fall Sew the seed, Plant your feet, And keep standing tall. There's no point in moving before receiving God's direction. Ask Him to guide you before you abort the mission; Because the world won't be complete if one of His soldiers were missing.
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