1 Corinthians 5

I am the immoral brother
Expel me from this place
I keep chasing after another
Scoffing at your grace

I read and yet must not believe
Words never reaching my heart but stopping at my face
"Twas grace that taught my heart to fear twas grace my fears relieved..."
Maybe the alarm failed, I missed the precious Hour, now disqualified from the race

I am the immoral brother
Expel me from this place
I keep chasing after another
Scoffing at your grace

What would Paul say to a man of my hypocrisy?
A man given double portion
And yet failing basic spiritual decency
Proclaiming the Bread of Life
Claiming to refute cultural fables
And yet would this man himself even be invited to the table?

I am the immoral brother
Deserving explusion from this place
Deserving disqualifaction from the race
For my continual scoffing at your grace
And my pathetic attempts to save face
Starting to wonder if my clay was designed for the noble and not for the base
For if you desire obedience and not sacrifice
How do I take confidence in a life filled with vice?

What a wretched man that I am!
Deliver me from this body of death!
All my life…take over!
Starting with this breath…

I am the immoral brother
But expel me not from this place
Stop my feet from chasing
And bind me to your grace