Praise The Lord and Pass The Ammunition

I fear that we'll miss Thy miracles of bliss Or that we'll misinterpret Thy meaning of Christmas How obvious can You be? We're too worldly to see How You desperately yearn to set us free I fear a disease of deception unknown It traps us and tricks us to think we're alone Born physically alive but spiritually dead Rather die in You than live the world instead I fear that we're blind and deaf to Thy calling So much we're oblivious to our relentless falling For what is unknown is often shunned upon Even jewel encrusted gates, exotic orchid lawns I fear that our fear might one day disappear