Who's Ridin' With Me?
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Christianity is not a spectator sport There are no sideline benches Upon which to sit Cheering on teammates The action doesn't only take place Within certain borders There's no point at which You lack marching orders Even catching your breath Is done on the battlefield Amid screeching bullets & fallen comrades Soldiers learn to rest as best they can, when they can There's no giving up No excuses No half-stepping Or at least That's how it should be It seems the Christian community Has forgotten they are soldiers Enlisted women and men We are now more familiar with Hulu Than the art of war My dear Church We need to get up off our collective posterior Stop living life inferior Stop selling God short Quit being the sort To run for shelter when rain falls Or becoming Olympic sprinters when trouble calls Soldiers! Stop acting like civilians lounging in your sectional Society is screaming for Biblical direction They're in a war zone but have no clue No training, no camo, no compass, but you, do So how about we, Church Take a permanent leave of absence from excuses and doubt How about We volunteer to dodge bullets on our neighbor's behalf KJV-66 with laser scope in hand Let's search for spiritual refugees Night vision in place Internal compass always pointed toward grace I'm done dodging land mines of mediocrity and apathy Let's trip them all Enjoy the blasts Then get on with the battle at hand Put down the latte We got lost ones to find Strap on your boots, helmets, knives, whetstone too Grab a couple extra mags Many rounds will be used Let's search out the unfortunate and abused Let's refuse To do any less than the extraordinary Cause for our commander in chief Supernatural is daily His will be done He doesn't deal in maybe So maybe it's time we move past belief and plunge into faith Compelling faith, unyielding faith The it's ok slaves the Christians are here faith The Yeah my ribs broke but I'm carrying you out of here anyway faith The faithful when my spouse ain't around faith That Amazing Grace meets It is well with my soul faith That faith that makes Satan nervous when he sees me in battle At hells gates It breaks through And says, Point me to the kitchen, I got real work to do! That pray for your enemies as they nail you to a tree kinda faith Tell me Church do you still have that faith? Do we possess such faith? Or have we sold our birthright For lattes and Netflix nights We've gotten way too comfy With our eight full hours of sleep And our snooze buttons While the lost are desperate for us to show up Twelve men once tipped the world on its side Because of who they possessed inside So why is it so difficult to find soldiers like them As if y'all chose to defect Church, Soldiers! This caravan of tanks pointed at the battlefield Is ready to proceed My question to you is, Who's riding with me?
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