As the morning lights breaks through the night

Automatically  darkness gives way to daylight

Our mini-skirts and shorts give way to church hats and ties

Smoky eyes and red lips give way to ‘just as thou art’ makeup style

Words full of grace have to play cos vulgar words or lies don’t sound right.

Tequilas and red wine give way to Holy Communion and rites

Pornographic materials give way to huge bibles and pads to write

Clubs and parties give way to solemn gatherings and messages of Christ

Even the radio stations switch to amazing grace and gospel playlists just for a while.

Now everyone seems to look great cos

Achan has got on Joseph’s suit and Delilah looks a lot like Tabitha.

In a matter of seconds we are changed from who we really are

Cos Saturday night gave way to Sunday morning

And just like that we subconsciously run a routine

Moving in circles like the watch in my hand.

Fine you made it to service today.

But the words preached and songs played made no difference to your souls destruction

Because with the devil inhabiting you could not let the light in

And every other Sunday would pass just the same

Because you keep running in circles like the watch in my hand.

See, it doesn’t matter if you come any later because you lack time consciousness

Except when the preacher spends a minute more than the program says.

It doesn’t matter if you sit and stare while others lift up hands in worship

Or sleep during the preaches word cos to you it don’t really make any sense

You don’t understand what it means to praise God so you only participate when the beat goes right

And throughout the service you keep watching the time

Leaving when you feel like it even before you’re really serviced

And you keep on running in circles like the watch in my hand.

Now you say what a great service you had

But just like every other Sunday past

You sang songs listened to some , probably had a nice dance

You sat down and listened to a ‘powerful’ message

But less than 24hrs away you’re back down Satan’s boulevard

Had yourself another bout of Monday’s pretence

Down the week, one or two lies wouldn’t make any difference

Couldn’t stop dancing to his tunes of deception

Now you have to get yourself a little massage of self righteousness

So you can face next service words with you head held up high

Too concerned about the time so you never really dwell in His presence,

Till your place of abode becomes under him so you lose His essence,

Opening up yourself up to challenges leading to broken home and catastrophes

Yet you dare to lift your head up to ask why

You keep running in circles like the watch in my hand.

Well, I can’t really blame just you

Cos it really does hurt to know that our world has come to a point

Where although almost every country can boast of over a 100 churches

Filled to capacity every Sunday but the world is yet to feel the impact of Christ

As was seen when less than a 1000 people sought the Pentecost right there at the upper room

The people of that time, religious leaders even the government had to take note

Because these ones carried something special that we all seem to lack today-the Holy spirit

So all we do is plant churches yet have no harvest of truly saved souls

Men with no real calling are called pastors and all sorts of titles because they rock the coat

We have lead singers so the Holy Spirit takes backup

Hence we have more Christians by the book than we do by the truth

We organize crusades but the impact last only till Tuesday

We run a church with no zeal, no fire, and no message.

We practice a religion rather than live like Jesus Christ.

Having the form but denying the power thereof

So how do we expect to make impact thereof

When we keep running in circles like the watch on my hand.

Our churches are more like matchboxes

Full of many sticks but none are match sticks

Here we have a lot of churches and millions of church folk

Yet no real Christian no real impact

When we come to church; all we do is run a preplanned program of worship

Although I did think that was the Holy Spirit’s duty

See, we don’t have enough time so even if He’s audibly screaming at us,

We conveniently shut him out and quickly round up the service

So as to please ourselves and follow the routine

Sorry, if I’ve offended your psyche or mode of thinking cos it was done on purpose,

Because I want you to just like me get tired of this program we run

So that may be we might start shining like the light we are in the midst of this dark world

Bringing back taste to an obviously detestful meal.

The situation might be really bad but something can still be done

If we’ll learn to just stop running in circles like the watch in my hand.

Lets look past the fact that the service has got to start with an opening prayer

And pray because we know more than ever we need him there

If we must sing let our songs flow like psalms

Written with hearts full of reverence and of thanks

Never quick to speak but when he speaks we listen with rapt attention

Never caution of the time because we know that if we attain His glory and presence

We experience what heavens like. Timeless!

What a glorious experience we would have and because He loves us so much

He tells us the perfect time to attend to our earthly duties,

So like Moses we appear with glowing faces and with God manifesting in us,

Though we remain natural we operate in the supernatural.

We no more need words to say,

Because the way we dress, eat, speak, act even the breath we take wins souls to our master

We become walking agents of change because we dropped our program for His

So without the clock to tell us how to walk we live life based on His words.

See for us to die is gain and to live is Christ because we understand

It ain’t about a program like the clockworks but it is all about Him

Because it’s in him we live, move and have our being.

Now that’s way better than working like the watch in my hand.