The Lost Flame

We worship with our hands raised waiving from side to side But half the people with raised hands are spiritually dead inside Why is it when we're at a concert we're on our all I do is win Then the next day we got our hands down saying all I do is sin The Gospel's watered down, man listen to the sound You think waters gonna help you when Hell's flames are all around? The congregations screaming, getting an emotional release Saying they love their God but yet deny His eternal peace Where has real Christianity gone to, and who was the crook? Don't be fooled by fakers, got to read the Holy Book Many claim to be caught but have never bit the hook Don't be fooled, cause there ain't no such thing as halfway shook And that isn't guesswork, that's a confirmed thesis Cause there isn't such a thing as being lukewarm for Jesus Nowadays Christianity has allergies to the grace at Calvary Cause we're too busy focusing on theological philosophies I'm just writing this poem telling you that that's not how it's supposed to be God offers us a way out of our sin, it's called grace and mercy Read the Gospels, they're God's unrelenting love story Those four books tell us about His grace and love galore Repenting from ourselves, we live our lives in the morgue That means we're dead to ourselves Christ broke our bonds while we were in eternal jail Paying the sinner's price when we all deserve Hell And all He asks is that you reflect Him in yourself Only way to live is to deny yourself as sin And trust in Him to reignite the lost flame within.