When the voice of reason becomes an act of treason against who You are and what Your word demands
When my mouth is quiet in the face of public riot against what Your voice so lovingly commands

Forgive me for my weakness, I’d like to call it meekness, but I shudder at the anger of the crowd
My quiet lips are pouting when I know I should be shouting, Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Please forgive me, nothing’s coming out

When my eyes are blinded by culture and the diet of whatever junk the world would feed my mind
When my heart is neutered, my spirit is polluted with noble things that I won’t leave behind

Forgive me for my weakness, I’d like to call it meekness, but I shudder at the anger of the crowd
My quiet lips are pouting when I know I should be shouting, Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Please forgive me, nothing’s coming out

I hear Your voice, I close my eyes, I give myself to easy lies, I tell myself that silence isn’t cruel
You had my heart, You had my ear, Your Word was once so very dear, so how did I become this silent fool

I hear Your voice, I close my eyes, I give myself to easy lies, I tell myself that silence isn’t cruel
You had my heart, You had my ear, Your Word was once so very dear, so how did I become this silent fool

Forgive me for my weakness, I’d like to call it meekness, but I shudder at the anger of the crowd
My quiet lips are pouting when I know I should be shouting, Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Please forgive me, nothing’s coming out