You own twelve bibles in all
Different versions and interpretations
Still you continue to fall
As you worry about your reputation
You've tried ministry after ministry
Still there's no peace for your soul
But you're hoping for the right chemistry
Where you have full control
Why do you sit in judgment of me
What do you expect to achieve
Why are you so blind you can't see
Quoting scripture you don't even believe
The word is sprinkled in your conversation
You speak as if you're a biblical scholar
But your face is filled with doubt and frustration
Pointing blame and always hot under the collar
Step back and take a moment to relax
Sometimes you just have to pause
Your reaction is not based on the facts
Yet we all have our flaws
You must believe in our marvelous Creator
And be willing to relinquish your control
Submit yourself to Him that is greater
Before the wickedness of the world take its toll
Written by Ron Enoch
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