Sin Sorry Sunday

It's now sin sorry Sunday, don't look so swell, take a look in the mirror, look like he'll, start thinking I'm tired of living this way I'm steadily getting older each and every day. I go out every night looking for a good time, the more I look the less I find, instead of getting ahead I'm falling further behind, It's time to break out, go a new route. So tired of living in dismay, you look to the Heavens, a start to pray. Lord I go out with my friend's and keep finding myself deeper into sin. I'm just trying to be like everybody else, somewhere I have lost myself. Lord I know this is not me, after years of working and searching I'm still not in the place I want to be. Before I leave I put on a false face because I know I'm about to enter the retrace. I'm starting to feel it's all a waste. Lord Jesus will you take my case. When you party, drinking good liquor and good wine, you know it has come to an end, when you have to pretend to have a good time. It has become a very bitter cup, I think it's time to put it down and go up. Lord I'm ready to make that Heavenly connection so you can guide me in the right direction. And how do I know the format, been there, done that. I thought the only way to cope was hanging with the crowd, drinking lots of liquor, doing big dope. It brought me to the end of my rope. Now I didn't hear a voice, just a strong feeling, you have a choice. But the part I really resent, it took a mile to kick me before I got the hint. Then I was told, the next hit or drink could take your last breath. I looked in the mirror, could see the face of death. But know this before you commence, you cannot straddle the fence. It's either up or down, swim or frown. It's not a riddle, it's simple, there is no middle. So while sitting at the crib, I cried, forget death, Lord I want to live. Then came the voice. Very Wise Choice He took the sorrow away, no more sin sorry Sunday.