Under worked and Over paid

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The work we are told to do

Isn't restricted to just a few

It's endowded upon all the believers 

To make sure we get the word to all the recievers

But what we do is not that

We sit around and let mercy and grace make us fat

 

Like we've always been told,

We should strive to be the best

And completely and utterly forget the rest.

The worldly things that ensnare our hearts.

That pierce the good with a poison dart.

We should be holy, consecrated and set apart

 

The God, our God is a gracious one

Who sent his only begotten son

For the sinners of the world, that is us

So who are to put up a fuss?

 

I'm scared, It's hard, I'm not a good speaker

All we really have to be are good seekers

Find the lost and bring them home

Spread the love our Lord has shown

 

The Lord has given us mercy and grace

For being such a miserable race

So if we are not giving him all our aid

Then we are clearly under worked and over paid

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