Prayer of a Half-hearted Christian
I love thy church, O God; Her walls before me stand;
But please excuse my absence, Lord; This bed is simply grand
A charge to keep I have; A God to glorify;
But Lord, don’t ask for cash from me; The glory comes too high.
Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb?
Yes Though I seldom pray or pay, I still insist I am.
Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free?
No Others, Lord, should do their part, But please don’t count on me.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below
Oh, loud my hymns of praise I bring, Because it doesn’t cost to sing