How many folk you meet
are one step from the street
One paycheck away
from nada in the bank
Today's society
could give a hill of beans
Stuck on the same roundabout
with no one to let you out
Broke Down

Families that are forced
to live out of their cars
Can't afford the gasoline
to keep the running heat
In these times of lean
deemed mean on the streets
Too little too late you find this out
you are the faceless face in the crowd
Broke Down

Another day another find
Confronted by a bold-faced sign
Doors padlocked with no one there
Fine print reads, closed beyond repair
Pay no heed
As strong men weep
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
All around a hurtful sound
Broke Down

I have got this rebel heart
That rebels against the one I love
You'd think I'd try and do what's right
But find that it's a constant fight

I know who's loving hand to hold
But always try to go solo
Running thin in the thick of things
By all accounts, by any means

This rebel heart from the start
Has tried its best to pull apart
Rears its head time and again
Barking back at Gods plans

Knows what's right in the eyes of God
Jumps at the chance to do the opposite
Quick to quote both line and verse
Yet still can steer itself off course

Born into war, this rebel heart
Years of callused battle scars
With talk of surrender along the way
The temptation of sin keeps it in the game

In the moment of truth knows what to do
But in the time of lies does what it wants to
In this heavy handed tug of war
Daily living with this rebel heart

I go out of my way
To help those in need
You may question why
It's the Jesus in me

What else can I do
For who set me free
Than to honor and serve
The Jesus I need

I try best I can
To live in harmony
Though I know that I
Can make Jesus weep

Life is a struggle
Troubles are deep
And that is the case
Why on Jesus I lean

From early to rise
Into late evening
And all points between
I need Jesus in me

I find my mind goes to the times
And those times make me sad
When someone arrives at their prime
But never makes it past

The circumstance and reason at
Isn’t always clear
I just know those left alone
Wish they were still here

They hang around a minute
And in a second gone
Some might say they got in the way
When death sang its swan song

Life isn’t always easy
In fact it’s most times cruel
In the way it tends to play
When making its own rules

You never know the way things go
With the roll of the dice
Or who is next to play the hand
Of cut down in their prime

People spend a lifetime
Searching for the truth
Still along the way they're afraid to face
The choices they must choose

It's easier to sit for a lie
Than to stand for your convictions
While over time they tend to find
There's always something missing

They follow along with this fallen world
Down the pathway of destruction
Whatever they hear that tickles their ears
In the moment of deception

If it feels right, they cling on tight
Without a second thought
Too hurried to even worry
How it will all work out

In the spending of a lifetime
Searching for the truth
Where along the way they're afraid to change
With the choices they must choose

Some view the world
As a math equation
Where nothing seems to ever add up
Or a nursery rhyme
With child misbehaving
Fresh out of the stories of love

Some view the world
Like a picture puzzle
That seems to be missing a piece
Or a night on the town
When drinking doubles
Brings no relief to the daily heat

Some view the world
Like they're stock car racing
An endless going of round and round
Or a lost treasure of gold
That finds men craving
Where the degree of greed is never in doubt

This seems to be what the world is about...

Have we become a Nation
That has suddenly gone blind
With the handouts we keep taking
Every bitter bite
Of their excuses
Mixed with half-truths and lies
Where went our senses
And the sight to our eyes

Have we become a Nation
That can no longer hear
The many words of warning
Coming in so clear
Is it the boy who cried wolf
Or chicken little far off somewhere
Have we heard it so many times
That we no longer care

Have we become a Nation
That has lost the ability to taste
The trash they are feeding
Straight to our face
Whether it is fried
Raw, broiled, or baked
A lie is still a lie
Now matter where on the plate it's placed

Have we become a Nation
That has lost our touch
We used to know pure evil
And called it out as such
Now the best we can do
Is put on a good front
Then wash our hands of the problems
While we all stay out to lunch

Have we become a Nation
That has lost our sense of smell
Something here is rotten
As we struggle to tell
What in the world could it be
And how can we be helped
To come to our senses
Before it all goes to hell