My life is good from day to day
Everything appears to be going my way.
So, I have not a need for Christianity
I might call on God, but only in tragedy.
But what if that tragedy is my own?
A more convenient season has come and gone.
My opportunity then dies with my pride
And my salvation… forever denied.
What kind of message does that give His death –
The Lamb who was slaughtered, so I might live?
It is MY iniquity that stole His life…
His very last breath, as He hung there denied.
If I won’t share His crown of thorns
Until I kneel before His throne,
Then Satan wins all of these years and
my soul for eternity… this I should fear.
In a more convenient season…
Maybe I will answer His call.
Either I will die with Him, or in spite of Him
With free will I must choose, if I rise, or if I fall.