Toxic souls are betraying themselves as Christian leaders.
With so much baggage
Even the bag lady refuses to help them carry.
Torn plastic is the only item left in their hands
They dropped the goods along the path that they thought was so right.
Singing the same damn song every single time they appear in your presence.
I’m gonna, I’m gonna I’m gonna
Not fight to push on…
Be a broken record, or should I finish the song off.
Too busy watching someone else business
No time to put into their own situations.
A broken record in their soul
One single broken record to replace a scorn heart.
Deteriorated lies
Abandoned truths
Adopted bodies, with no one to walk in the shoes.
No one ever stops to notice
We all are broken records at some point
A broken record has two choices, either stay on repeat or
Stay on pause, until you purchase a new one.
So I ask what will your broken record do?