Through the skimpy clothes you're wearing,
I see a girl, young and scared,
In your eyes so bold and daring,
Bits of your soul are bared,
I wish you knew that Jesus cared...
Are you tired of this masquerade?
This empty, dirty lie.
Are you sick of this carnal parade?
Your body so cheap to buy.
God weeps with every tear you cry.
I wish I had the words to speak,
And you the ears to hear,
I'd tell of the treasure I did seek,
In language simple and clear,
Such salvation passing near...
I watch as you walk away,
On down the world's slope,
Frustrated, I tearfully pray,
That there would be some hope,
You'd be saved from deceptions rope.
So many people dying around me,
Flooding the gates of hell,
I know what it is to be free,
That you could be free as well,
Knowing this, God's message, I MUST tell.
Ezekiel 3:18-19 "If I warn the wicked, saying, 'You are under the penalty of death, but you fail to deliver the warning, they will die in their sins. And I will hold you responsible, demanding your blood for theirs. If you warn them and they keep on sinning and refuse to repent, they will die in their sins. But you will have saved your life because you did what you were told to do."
