Survival In Disguise

I am a sinner, oh my soul

I turn a blind eye, oh my soul

Oh, my soul

Does not the surface fail to hold?

Is not the water for too cold

Cold for me?

Through all my doubting

And all my longing

A shallow instinct

To do what serves me

But still, I know that life is not

Meant to be lived simply for me

But what is serving others if

Not just a means to feel complete

Before we die, is finding love

Just survival in disguise?

I pray for others with fingers crossed

That I may keep what I call mine

I'm a stranger, but you clothed me

I was shaken and you held me

Though you were to my left, you gave to one with less

And your actions were made right

But take no pride in what you've done for me

Because the heart seeks for self-serving means

Confine one's darkest ego, learn to let go

Embrace what it means to be free

We run into the shadows

Where our shame no longer hides

But in the light exposed

Our character now compromised

So when your joy comes from serving and not being served

Giving to the far more deserving

That's when I do my best work

I am a sinner, oh my soul

I turn a blind eye, oh my soul

But still, I know that life is not

Meant to be lived simply for me

But what is serving others if

Not just a means to feel complete

Before we die, is finding love

Just survival in disguise?

I pray for others with fingers crossed

That I may keep what I call mine