I'm ashamed of complacency within
I've been busy keeping quiet
But if I'm saved, Lord, with the cure to death and sin
Why for the lost am I not crying?
Can You break my heart, Lord, for a world that's dying?
Can You help me fear Ya more than man?
'Cause I'm scared to death, but they're running out of breath
Help me preach about Your judgement
(Whoa, whoa, oh)
(Whoa, whoa, oh)
Go and preach to every creature upon earth
Lord, I confess that I've been hating
For if I loved them, I would preach to the unheard
And Your disciples I'd be making
Can You break my heart, Lord, for a world that's dying?
Can You help me fear Ya more than man?
'Cause I'm scared to death, but they're running out of breath
Help me preach about Your judgement
I've been preaching 'bout Your kingdom, Lord, to come
Pray for me to speak with boldness
Where's your fruit my fellow coward Christian?
Why for the lost do you feel coldness?
Christ didn't die for you to keep it to yourself
Why do you feel like it's a burden?
He wouldn't chose some to predestine them to hell
He takes no pleasure in their hurting
Can You break my heart, Lord, for a world that's dying?
Can You help me fear Ya more than man?
'Cause I'm scared to death, but they're running out of breath
Help me preach about Your judgement
(Whoa, whoa, oh)
(Whoa, whoa, oh)
