It's hard to admit I'm wrong sometimes
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But even harder to admit I¡¯m right
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Compromise as the sun rises and falls
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Just trying to avoid the fight
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Thinking I'm upholding my purpose from God
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While my soul and spirit fall apart
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I smile and play along with everything
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As I lie to my own heart
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The things I think Satan wants torn apart
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Maybe it's him holding them together
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His hand not behind the malfunctions
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But the tensions that ensue with others
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It's all a game I play along with
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Close your eyes and bow your head
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I get home and I ponder my lies
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And I know that I am dead
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Each Christian life in the balance
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More important than any charade
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Who's purpose only delays the inevitable
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And ultimately sends it into the flames
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With foundation in place I must stand
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The compromise must end
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Or God will walk me through the ashes
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Of my noble accomplishments
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Ashes
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| Frank's Enemy |
