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.
