Lukewarm
by Dillon Collins
Fighting, pushing, looking for ground.
even though there is nothing, none to be found.
Straining, searching, hoping to see,
a way out from this life, a way to be free.
That is what i do with my life it seems,
wasting my time on hopeless dreams.
Waiting at least till i'm in the throws of death,
to give God even one of my breaths.
And even then it's only ever to save my own skin,
because throughout my life i was to weak to stay away from the pleasures of sin.
And as it turned out i got better, but went straight back to my old life.
Try as i might i can't seem to kick the habits or resist the devils old lies.
I spend most of my time being a lukewarm Christian and doing nothing to light my fire.
When all of the time it should have been Christ that filled my heart with burning desire.
