Lyrics

___________________________________________PASSION
Our passions are like watching the wind rush by
They can fly to one thing and another
And passing through the souls of standing trees
You’re left with only a breeze
(You see what I’m saying, ain’t nothing real or permanent. Yeah. Oh Yeeeeeah…Our passion is so temporary…)

What is your sin this time, honey?
All the reasons, excuses and the passions
that keep you in chains - The things of this world, So busy, …..but blind to God.
(I see ya got a lot o’ ‘busy’ on ya plate…but what I’m sayin is that don’t matter….Do ya know my Jesus? That’s what matters. He is what lasts. You’re always running around, building sand castles that float away with the tide…)

Have you found God, the Father, Jesus His Son?
Please, look for His Life, His hope, His healing.
Cuz your sin knows no walls, but the halls of your mind it passes through, Stealing what future it can from you
(You gonna let it in?!!! That’ a seriously bad idea. Listen – You can’t control this stuff! Don’t give sin a foothold in your life! Don’t even go there.)

Don’t you try and tame it, No one’s that strong, and it will pull you along,
Til ya can’t find yourself, and ya can’t find your life and you’re Gone, gone, gone…you’re all gone.
(Ya know, Baby, only God can tame that sin. Ya hearin me? You have to call on Jesus….He’s is faithful to help if you call, really – and the good new is….He has the POWER to help.)

Our passion is like watching the wind rush by
It can fly to one thing and another
And passing through the souls of standing trees
(Sometimes you just gotta go against the crowd.)
You're left with only a breeze.
(Aint nothing permanent, nothing to hold onto, passes by you, that’s that…no help.)

If you want real, eternal life, well, the only source is God
I hope that you meet Jesus, before your days are gone.
(Please get to know Him)
So that all that's left of your life won’t be a rustling of your leaves.
(Do you really want to take the risk that Jesus is real and you didn’t say yes to Him while you had the chance?)

© (P) 2012 Anne Kellogg Ciepluch