Sinners & Saints: Drew Lancaster

Sinners and saints

Like lyrics to a song

Are colors to paint

Point your finger

Judge precisly

Do look closely

You may miss a smurk

A certain quirk

Decieving as it may be

They are somewhat the same

The chemicals flowing to the stem of the brain

For me I followed the rules

Tried to perform right

Leaving me nowhere

Constant Struggle

The fight of my life

A saint smiles faithfully

Judging on the spot

The drop of a hat

The last second shot

Praise will reign

For he is given a title

But the heart sometimes beats with unfaithfull restraint

Like a car stuck in idle

Standing still he knows no more

He dare not attract the eyes of the whore

The girl a sinner can see straight through

Like the serpant to eve

As he qaulks and laughs at you

Her walk may not be upright

Not the guidline or standard

Her heart crys for him as his thoughts get scrambled

Whose in more contol

Sinner or saint

As for me I'm both

I have scars on the out

Brought from within

They are my stories of shame, failures and faulty glories

As for my sainthood

I tell diferent stories

I may not wear the title of a man drenched in glory

As saint and sinner

My life will tell a much more interesting story

My God He loves me

He sees my heart

He called me sinnersaint

Your life, Our pain

I like the tale you tell sinnersaint

I like your story

He reminded me of His son

He told me no blood , no guts, no glory

Be good sinnersaint

Hold your head high

Dry your eyes

In due time sinnersaint I will tell your story

For those who fall short

I will help them see

Believe it or not sinnersaint

You remind Me of Me