Five Translations

Somewhere on the other side of the sea,

Where no one knows what it means to be free,

A girl croutches into her hiding place,

To memorize a torn Bible page.

Her life is on the line,

There's no room for doubt

But she'll die knowing that passage

Before she'll live without.

Cuz those things that her Redeemer said,

Are too precious to be left unread



And meanwhile my five translations

Collect dust on the shelf;

Maybe I'll hear from You, God,

When I'm done with myself.

After I finish my list

Of top priorities

Like catching the lastest gossip

And reality T.V.

If I still have time leftover,

Maybe I'll try to read

A few verses from Your

Love letter to me.



And somewhere in a village far away,

An old man kneels slowly down to pray.

He's clutching in his weathered hands

The Holy book he longs to understand

And he's begging God to

Raise up a willing soul

To put that Bible in the language

That his people know

Cuz in that land where suffering is so real

He knows those words would have the power to heal.



And meanwhile my five translations

Collect dust on the shelf;

Maybe I'll hear from You, God,

When I'm done with myself.

After I finish my list

Of top priorities

Like catching the lastest gossip

And reality T.V.

If I still have time leftover,

Maybe I'll try to read

A few verses from Your

Love letter to me.



Maybe I'll scan a chapter

Just so I can say

That I've done my duty

And it's out of the way.

Or maybe tonight,

I'll wake up and see

What a miracle that my Creator,

Would give His word to me!



And meanwhile my five translations

Collect dust on the shelf;

Maybe I'll hear from You, God,

When I'm done with myself.

After I finish my list

Of top priorities

Like catching the lastest gossip

And reality T.V.

If I still have time leftover,

Maybe I'll try to read

A few verses from Your

Love letter to me