How can we claim to love Jesus, when we love our sins so much more?
How can we claim to love Jesus, when we don't let Him in the door?
How can we claim to love Jesus, when we can't even put down the porn?
How can we claim to love Jesus, when we deny all His love from the start?
How can we claim to love Jesus, when we don't let Him work in our heart?
Jesus, He showed that He loves us, not because we don't do these things.
Jesus, He showed that He loves us, when He washed all our sins on that tree.
We should all turn towards Jesus, accepting that we are not whole.
We should all turn towards Jesus, with Him, rejecting death’s pull.

When shit hit the fan, for woman and man,
One serpent, one garden, one curse
When shit hit the fan, for woman and man,
How could this get any worse?
When shit hit the fan, God, in His plan,
Already had a way to reverse
The failings of man, which by our own hand
We caused for ourselves such a curse
So God became man, He stretched out His hand
And said “give me your worst.
For I'll take your sin, you all are forgiven
I drink the cup, it's reversed”
Then He rose again, ascended to heaven
And took His right place by the throne
And He'll bid me come, for not what I've done
But by the vast grace He has given

I have a little monster, in the backside of my mind
In the shadows and the darkness, this monster loves to hide
This monster loves to taunt me, with fear, with pain, with doubt
This monster it grows bolder, the longer I'm without
The weapon I was given, to with this monster fight
The weapon which repels it, a weapon made of light
This weapon is a shining sword, forged by no mortal hand
This weapon is His mighty word, which monsters cannot stand
So that little monster, with this sword I always fight
For I know why this monster hides, it can't bear to face the light
And while it may accost my soul, with fear, with pain, with doubt
The light of Him who saved my soul, it casts these monsters out
I have a little monster, and I know you do too
So don't neglect your weapon, which God has forged for you

This screen in my hand, it just wants me damned
The devil has found a new tool
The worst of the world at my face has been hurled
All that I see is so cruel
These things that we hold, they’ve become so bold
They try to devoid us of hope
To try to distract us, or maybe attract us
They want us to with sin, elope
They want our surrender, but we must remember
The things that we see aren’t the masses
They show us the worst, the results of our curse
The world seen through sin-tinted glasses
We need eyes open wide, aware of sin and our pride
We want to see, not just feel
So we must realize, ask that He open our eyes
So that we may behold what is real
While yes, we were doomed, that curse was removed
The screens don’t want us to recall
That He came for our sin, made a pathway to Him
We are not stuck in the fall

Am i alone, or is He on His throne?
Am i to cry, or make His glory known?
Do I need to know why, or trust Him alone?
Am I alone? No, by Him I am known

I am not alone, but I feel it some days
I go through my life, and forget to pray
Tempter brings me strife, and yet He holds me always
I am not alone, for to Him I can pray

I am rich indeed, for I have what I need
Friends all around, My loved ones abound
I need not measure, my wealth by my treasure
I need only see, what the Lord gave to me