The in crowd by: Jean Mason

Everyone wants to be the best, no one wants to be lower then the rest,

But it's not until we realize, that even when we visualize that we are the best, we are making ourselves even lower then the rest,

So step up, and back down, let others join the crowd, let them "Go with the wind" enjoying their sin,

While you look up and they fall down, knowing their wrongs and yet not making a sound, to plea for their soul, to beg for his spirit, too haughty too proud,

still not making a sound,

And as you run far from the crowd, you'll save a few others who reached out, and called out,

"Save me! don't let them take me! I know my wrongs don't leave and forsake me!"

Then you'll stop because you have to, you'll stop because you care, because not too long ago, you were there, screaming out sick of the crowd, while others kept quiet, not making a sound, and those who did, or wanted to, were drowned out because so many were "Not in the mood,"

And so be glad your not in the crowd, be glad you never were, because most are lost now, but always look for others and always care, because once more again, you were there,

drowning in the crowd,

sinking in sin,

going to rot in hell for denying your sin,

And yet one man saw you,

Because only one man cared,

saving your reached hide from the straight road to hell,

because his name is Jesus and he's always there.