The Question

                                  
Walking blindly staring at the floor

Lost inside the spell of oblivion

I know you’re searching, you’re looking for the door

That leads you to the Son so you can see again



And so I ask you…



Do you believe the words He said, the life He led was not an illusion

Can you see the blood He bled to save your head is not a delusion



Shallow breathing has left you on the floor

Victim to a lie it seems will never end

I see you reaching, you’re hoping for the cure

To take the sting away so you can breath again



And thus begs the question, again and again and again



Do you believe the words He said, the life He led was not an illusion

Can you see the blood He bled to save your head is not a delusion



If you believe the words you’ve said then why’s your head so full of confusion

Can’t you see that Jesus bled His blood so red to become your solution