Hey hurting world on the verge of death.
I'd look at you, but my own life is just a mess.
I cry for the scrape on my finger,
while you lie with your broken limbs.
I ask God to save me from my pain,
While I sit here in my sins.
There is no time to help you,
I got to save myself.
I contently dream of heaven,
and forget that you'll go to hell.
It'd be crazy to leave my comfort,
So I won't tell you about my savior,
I'll let you go to heck.
After all, I'm a christian,
this is about me and Christ.
Jesus already saved me, why should I have to pay a price?
I'll read my self-help books, read my bible, and I'll pray,
but I won't tell you about my savior, the one, the truth the Way.
Wouldn't want to offend you,
since you are comfortably lost.
No, I'll let you wonder, and then pay the greatest cost.
My mind is so cluttered
with girls, my job, and school,
so why, oh hurting world,
would I take time to think of you?
Content as a white washed tomb,
with beauty on the outside,
and dead and dark within,
Dear Jesus, please save me!
I don't want to live in this sin.
Give me a heart for the hurting,
A passion for the lost.
Let me surrender my whole self,
whatever be the cost.
Let my life be an open book,
Oh author of my soul.
I want to let others read Your story,
wherever you send, I'll go.