My life is like a battlefield

Guns and bombs exploding,

Temptation coming over me,

My heart slowly eroding,

I cannot help the hate I have,

These people’s hearts are black,

But does Christ want our lives destroyed,

Because of what WE lack

Our lives are not as full as his;

 We should use what we have,

He left it here for us to keep,

And use until he’s back

Your life is like a mirror,

With your soul reflecting out,

Why can’t we just witness so we

Save lost souls from Hell?