When Jesus Christ is second, Our lives we live in vain. When we rush around, We leave in haste, begin our day, Forget the Truth, the Way. Our hearts desire to fill. The Lord of lords and King of kings, Waits with bated breath. We miss our blessings every day When we fail to pray.
Abundant life is so much more Than material things that sway.
For in that moment, when I was pierced, Your name, I thought about. With searing pain and blood stained face, I made your sin my own, I could have come down from the cross, Redemption never atoned. I long so for that day, To see your face and hold you close, Nevermore, my child, to stray. So, child, please know how much I care I hurt when your too busy, To take the time to bow your knee, And talk with me in prayer. This race to run and never stop.