Reborn

An honest possession, a timeless confession,
You take everything you get -- not this!
You want to snatch me but I'd rather be free,
With God watching over my head.
Sometimes we fall an inch too short,
A line too fine to breach,
Am I still living my life for God?
Or am I in your -- Never!
I won't let sulfur confuse me,
The smell is enough to bear,
Well I'm through with the devil,
If I get a flat tire,
Christ gives me my spare.
If you're willing to sell your soul,
I hope the price is fair,
'Cause when you give up the temple of light,
Your fate is clear.

I'll pray for anyone who feels their life is torn,
There's still time, there's still hope for you to be reborn.