B.j. Thomas Starving Sinner Sleeping Saint
Starving sinner
Sleeping saint
One I am
And one I ain't
I wish I knew
What I'm going through
I don't know which one is worse
One's a sin and one's a curse
Can't rationalize
My family ties
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love
And a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
To stop, look, listen to the Lord
Starving sinner
Sleeping saint
Wish I could
But know I can't
Give half the life
You gave to me
Hunger for the Word is great
But sleeping on it is second rate
I want to be
Yours for eternity
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love
And a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
to stop, look, listen to the Lord
Maybe there's a world of starving people
That can't be fed by pointed steeples
But need love
And a little help from above
Maybe there's a world of cruising Christians
Too busy preaching their own religion
to stop, look, listen to the Lord