A CHILL IN THE AIR

A CHILL IN THE AIR

There’s a chill in the air
I can feel your contempt
as a knife in my back
Your pride won’t relent
as you circle the bowl
and slide into fear
You no longer see me
I’m not even hear

What once was God’s gift
now shudders in dread
You are locked up in arrogance
rotting your head
And I cannot save you
I can ask God to
I love you my brother
I forgive what you do

I bruised your sad ego
by something I did
Our ego’s a monster
and we keep it hid
But sometimes it gets loose
and steals love away
I’m sorry, my brother
your love couldn’t stay

I’ve wanted to serve you
with love and God’s grace
but that cannot happen
when we worship our face
We can’t serve two masters
It is God or it’s us
This act of grim selfishness
is really just lust

And I would see you free
And I will remain
your brother in prayer
hoping to gain
the restored communion
of brothers in Christ
His blood covers our sins
His grace will suffice

Words, music, audio recording & video
© John Brusseau, 8/20/ 2025