A True Disciple

I’m tired of shallow worship leaders, men and women running scared.

They want to play their music, and about God they do not care

They love to take in compliments, on how their music sounded

But their house is built upon the sand instead of firmly grounded

All they do are answer people in pathetic Christianese

They have no depth inside their soul; their heart’s a big black hole

Their lukewarm right down to the core and its men they want to please

Gods called us to take up our cross daily and follow after him

To make disciples of the nations and to baptize them

In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, can’t you hear the heavenly

Host, singing Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lamb who was slain

I know that if He needed to He’d do it again,

But praise the Lord that we are now covered by the Blood

It still is no excuse for you not to live in Love

It’s not a two way street, you cannot serve two masters

If you keep going on this path you’ll end up in disaster

You know that you’re a leader and who will be more severely judged, right?

Would you be ready to face the righteous Judge if He came back tonight?

You can tell Him all the things you’ve done, and all the grammy awards you’ve

won, but ask yourself, did you know His Son? The Holy Lamb of God!

He wants use the servants who build their life upon the Bible.

Who have willing hearts and choose to be His steadfast true Disciples.