Remember when you first were His
You were champing at the bit
Full of desire to change the world
Your fuse was truly lit
But just like clouds up in the sky
The years went scudding by
You settled into apathy
And on your shelf you lie
Waiting for a gust of wind
To blow you into shape
You’d love to join in all the fun
But all you do is gape
Jump down on to solid ground
And pull your finger out
Kick old satan into touch
Of victory, there’s no doubt.
