How can I move with a paralyzed heart?
Alone, yet surrounded, I want to depart
From this painful world and my sickening sin
An otter with no tail, a fish with no fin
Men what are we doing, with our daily lives?
Work, triviality, I struggle to survive
Shallow relationship, isolational fervor
No ability of account, or unashamed vulner
What is the purpose of our daily lives?
Sharing our lives with our work? We can thrive
Doing that will complete the task
And leave us fulfilled, but it will not last
Does what we do care? Can it embrace and rebuke?
Encourage us to Jesus? When we just don't want to?
Can we be vulnerable with it, and it with us in return?
Or will it light a match, and watch our world burn?
It's either God and people, or what you do and don't do.
Only one can carry you through.
One points to Jesus, the other to you,
Our object of faith or a rotting old shoe
I have no one daily, in my life
To encourage me, love me, lead me to Christ
And so alone down this path, lonely and straight,
Death accompanies, and ahead, death waits