A feeling you say, that's not right,
Pushes between flesh and bone,
So you still sin, what's up with your activities?
I see you fall and watch you strip,
Bring forth bad fruit unable to equip,
Feeble rotting and dying you're in christ and compromise breeds its - contempt.
Feeling, convict you, lying, to yourself.
The agony that you feel and you do nothing about it,
Only an action will bring a reaction to the conviction that you feel.
You say it's just a feeling, you're alright,
Ignore the voice of god, your actions not so bright.
I watch you fall, see it convict, rotting your insides,
Doing nothing to equip, i see you fall,
Watch it convict, rotting your insides,
Doing nothing to equip, the saints for the purpose of life.
You say its condemnation, i say its conviction,
Tired of your excuses, time to grow up.
You say its condemnation, i say its conviction,
Time to grow up and leave the folly behind.
