Sneakin

Somebody been sneakin' round my back door
 Bringin' back a bunch o' trash that I've thrown out before
 They were stashin' it in the cellar, in the bedroom, too
 And I was feelin' confused about what I oughta do
 'Cause there was pride in the pantry, shame was under the stair
 It seemed like lies were lurkin' everywhere
 The harder I cleaned, the more filth I'd find
 Just like there was some funky factory inside my mind
 Then a good friend asked me, Man, are you still here?
 There's no reason to live in this bondage and fear
 Jesus paid for your freedom: it's so easy to find
 You just walk in the Spirit, leave the law behind
 But your push-broom down, get outta the door
 There ain't nothin' here that you need anymore
 Leave that big bag o' pride, and your carry-on, too
 Hand the house-keys over to Jesus, they don't belong to you
 Now some folks say you gotta wade right in
 Grab a-hold o' that carcass, try to strangle the sin
 But that's like goin' to Las Vegas tryin' to pay your debts
 The harder you work, the deeper in you get
 Because it's the Law that gives power to the sin in us
 God's already forgiven every rotten sin that you will ever do
 He left the Law in the grave when He rasied up His Son
 So why you tryin' to redo what He's already done?
 So now if somebody comes sneakin' round my back door
 Tryin' to bring back all that garbage just like he did before
 It ain't gonna work this time, 'cause, try as hard as he can
 He's gonna be dealin' with Jesus – 'stead of a dead old man
 Spoken
 Say what? You got some sin that belongs to me? No, it don't to me. It belongs to Jesus. You go talk to Him, sees what He says. Say what? You say it's got my name on it? Let me see that. No, that's not me. That guy died way back in 1974. Everything he owned belongs to Jesus. You go talk to him, I got no business with you. Go on. No, no, uhuh, I don't believe that; go on.