He is my Delight

Get dressed up
Drive a ways
After all
It is Sunday

It’s only right
I feel I should
Be at church
Makes me feel good

Duty done now
Conscience soothed
Soul untouched
Heart unmoved

Wait a week
Repeat the scene
Of lifeless, dull
Sunday routine

If thus we live
And thus we die
And on these works
We do rely

As meriting
Eternal bliss
Alas, your soul
Has been remiss

You never knew
The Crucified
Or forsook the sin
For which He died

You did not trust
His cleansing blood
But were content
To just be good

And now, too late
You understand
Salvation is not
Found in man

Wake up, religious
Know this well
Trust in yourself
Will merit hell

While there is time
Look on this Christ
Who bore your sin
And paid the price

Be ye saved
And cleansed within
Confess, repent
And turn from sin

Repentant hearts
Are not refused
But with His life
They are infused

Abundant grace
And pardon now
For all who to this Christ
Will bow

Playing church –
A deadly game
Oh, religious
Call on His name