Revelations rise when dreams fade
Realizations of the price you've paid
Fighting for breathe yet pleading for death
of the life which you have so made

Torn between God and our lust for the Earth
A plague that has infected us since birth
Sin, the only word fitting to describe our deeds
The sort of demise on which the wicked mind feeds

God's house, a place to hide and "play church"
Or a place of refuge to fall flat on your face
proclaiming that without God, you are nothing!
Crying out to the Lord to clothe you in His mercy

This Earth, a place to fit in and be cool
or a battleground for Christ, in who's army you serve
Living the life, walking in light
Bringing people to Christ, not condemning them to Hell

Living a lie and loving life
Something is wrong if these coincide
Walking in sin, yet Sunday, a saint
There is one from which you can't hide

Being a christian "independent" from Christ
Is a nail in the hand of the Lover of Souls

The death of the Son, the Love of the Father,
The redemption from sin, the resurrection of the Saviour

The ultimate act of mercy, we'll live with for eternity,
If we simple belief and accept him internally.