Humdrum

 

You're finding life is humdrum

You're finding church a bore

The thrill you got from serving Him

Is sadly there no more

You're going through the motions

The words you do not mean

You might as well just disappear

As though you'd never been.

Maybe you are holding back

From giving all you've got

To He who knows you inside out

Who's loved you from year dot

You're sitting on a flaky fence

The splinters cause you pain

When are you going to clamber back

Upon His road again.