Comfortable

Written by Nick Akin, Eli Akin

Every morning, on the side of the road
He’s holding up a sign,
He can’t make it on his own
I pass him by, and take a glance
In my rear view
And the thought don’t cross my mind,
That Jesus loves him too
I’m just too comfortable

The more comfortable I get,
The more that I forget
There’s a world around that needs to see
The love that lives in me
If I pretend that no one’s there,
It won’t make them disappear
Sometimes the problem seems unsolvable
But could it be, we’re just
Too comfortable

He just walked in and had to tell his wife
He was laid off from his job, they both
He was laid off from his job, they both
Broke down and cried
And they don’t know that
God could give them hope
And they’ve never been invited to the Church right down the road
We’re just too comfortable

Just think outside the box,
To the other side of the world
Different races, shades, and colors
All with God-shaped voids
But how are we supposed to reach them
When we don’t even reach past
Our front door?
Oh no, we’re just too comfortable

 

 

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