The wandering lost

When the world squeezes tight
and it's time to say good night

All that remains is Him
the one who has always been

The liars, the lost, the cheats
they are always quick of feet

Their mouths are open graves
what they speak is nothing brave

The users, the schemers, the lost
the world tells them they are boss

Yet the true ones of the Lord
we know who is a fraud

You ply your phony smiles
and then your fears capture you for a while

You call yourself saved
But your inward fruit says you are depraved

They lie to the young ones
they lie to the pure
they ensnare not with guns
but with guile, deceit and more

They make excuses for their neurosis
yet they rationalize to themselves a false prognosis

They are rebellious in their hearts
with no conscience to depart

They call themselves smart
but God sees their stunted ramparts

You say you talk to God and obey Him always
when The Lord says be honest you swear you will
yet you speak sideways
with great practiced skill

They lie most of all to themselves
their dark selves
the perverted, the twisted, the lost souls of this world
they are self deceived, a smile with a lie, their minds and hearts are addled

So good and wholesome God
You who judge with righteousness
With You I am of one accord
You who is my witness

So when I sleep at night my mind is sound
my soul abounds
the loving kindness You are
I know You are never far

Goodnight to shallow
good night to cowardice
in my marrow
In my heart and soul, I intimately know the One who is powerful