Starving Sinner Sleeping Saint by Chris Christian Lyrics
Starving sinner, sleeping saint
One I am and one I ain't
I wish I knew what I'm going through
Well, I don't know which one is worse
One's a sin and one's a curse
Can't rationalize my family ties, whoa...
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love and a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
To stop, look, listen to the Lord
Starving sinner, sleeping saint
Wish I could, but know I can't
Give half the life You gave to me
Well, hunger for the Word is great
But sleeping on it is second rate
I want to be Yours for eternity, whoa...
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love and a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
To stop, look, listen to the Lord, whoa...
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love and a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
To stop, look, listen to the Lord, whoa...
One I am and one I ain't
I wish I knew what I'm going through
Well, I don't know which one is worse
One's a sin and one's a curse
Can't rationalize my family ties, whoa...
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love and a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
To stop, look, listen to the Lord
Starving sinner, sleeping saint
Wish I could, but know I can't
Give half the life You gave to me
Well, hunger for the Word is great
But sleeping on it is second rate
I want to be Yours for eternity, whoa...
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love and a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
To stop, look, listen to the Lord, whoa...
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love and a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
To stop, look, listen to the Lord, whoa...