REAL

            There wouldn't be a problem
            If only we were real
            And tell ourselves in truthfulness
            Exactly how we feel
            The crutches we hold on to
            The chains that bind us tight
            Will always be our preference
            While God is out of sight.

            Now He wants allegiance
            The promises we made
            Were all a pack of lies when
            We asked Jesus to invade
            Repentance is our freedom
            To halt the sad decay
            Turn around and greet The Lord
            So He can have His way.