If I Were Not A Christian
If I were not a Christian,
I tell you what I'd do.
I'd live my life for self, alone,
Not caring about you.
You wouldn't know I didn't care,
You wouldn't have a clue
Because I'd say and do the things,
The things that most men do.
I'd go through life without a thought
Of things that matter most
Like love and faith, the Father, Son,
And yes the Holy Ghost.
I'd break your pride and slow your stride,
Remove the sparkle from your eye
And soon you'd see my cares and thoughts,
Had caused your love to die.
I'd make you think that I'd be yours,
Forever and a day.
And time would make you see the light,
But only you would pay.
You'd pay the price of loving me,
A man you thought you knew.
A man who didn't care at all
About what you go through.
The lonely times you're left alone
Because I had to go,
Out with my friends to paint the town,
Our manly seed to sow.
I wouldn't care that your needs
Are rarely ever met.
I wouldn't care that you cry tears,
With rivers of regret.
As long as I can see the girls
And party with the boys,
As long as I can buy the things
The world calls big boy toys.
As long as I can pull the strings
And dominate your life,
And make you see that you're the cause
And blame for all our strife.
I'd turn evening gowns to bathrobes
And romance to routine.
I'd make you think that happiness
Was something from a dream.
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If I were not a Christian
I'd dominate your soul,
I'd try to make you turn away
And be in my control.
But I am a child of God
A fact of which I'm proud,
A fact that makes me stand alone
From all the worldly crowd.
And you, my dear, are so unique,
A prize from God above,
That I must thank Him everyday
For the blessing of your love.
For the smile upon your face,
That sparkle in your eye,
The words that come from your sweet lips,
You gave me wings to fly.
And when I leave this world behind
And soar to realms above,
I'll wait there patiently, my dear,
Resting in His love.
I'll be there waiting patiently,
Waiting for the day,
When you arrive to get your prize,
For walking in The Way.
And the two of us with all God's saints,
Together there we'll be,
Resting from this life of sin,
Resting ever perfectly.
by Stephen R. Armstrong
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