Why you slummin' it when your Father is the King?

Why do you go back when he has has washed you clean?

Why can't you see past the lies you have believed?

Why sit in this darkness when you could be dancing?

Can you live past this moment,

Can you see past these years?

These things that keep you trapped

entangled in your fears?

Overwhelmed by your beauty,

God's told me about you...

How he carried you from the gates of Hell,

and now he waits for you.

Waits on your waking hour

for you to speak His name

for you to draw in close to him,

look to the heavens with no shame.

But you choose to slum it,

you choose to play the game

His love is always waiting,

and again you walk away...