When I go to church, I contemplate;
Of the things I’ve done,
Of the sins I made.
While I contemplate, I kneel and pray,
I ask for forgiveness for all the sins
I made
And hope my soul is saved.
While I kneel and pray, I contemplate,
Why do I pray to the unseen God?
And realized, because it’s about
faith.
Heaven is near, hell is here,
And every minute counts.
Sin is an unseen battle, and judgment
is at hand.
When I go to church, I contemplate;
Of being a Christian,
And my sinful state.
>I’m not shouting “I am clean!”
But whispering, “God, if you wish, you
can make me clean.”
For You came not for the righteous but
for the sinners.
While I contemplate, I kneel and pray,
I thank you for the air I breathe,
And for your everyday grace.
Love is patient, love is kind.
And Sacrifice is the ultimate show,
Like what you’ve done, to your only
son.
So Lord, when I go to church, I will
kneel and pray;
And thank you for the Virgin Maiden,
And for the child in the manger,
And to The man in the cross,
For God your love is endearing,
And gave me a reason to live for a
cause.
