How you slipped away when we held you close Is still a shock to us. You shunned our calls, ignored our talks Lied to mum And changed your ways like a chameleon.
What is this mountain so large in my sight? At the sight of you I have no strength to climb. Confused and in despair I stand and stare. Out of my feeble lips come: "Lord help me".
A distorted gospel produces a distorted faith in a distorted Jesus who provides a distorted hope.
What happens when an army of these 'other' insurgents take over the land? These are people who have lost their pride, their insecurities, their ambitions, dreams and aspirations. They have lost their hate, rage, self centeredness and quest for retaliation...