Could You tell that I Follow Him?

If I wore rings and tattoos from head to toe, would that grant the rest of the world the opportunity to know? If I hung with darkness who killed and stole, would that imply that there is only darkness in my soul? Yet, "who do the people say I am?"(Luke 9:18). Would they know that I followed Him? Or do I hide Him behind the words that I speak? Through talks of sweet seduction and revenge, grant full satisfaction and pleasure, yet talks of God makes stomachs weak. Becoming caught up into this spiritual warfare that we wage, still blaming our ignorance on our spiritual maturity age. And God's disappointments we blame on the devil, so we find ourselves digging our own graves with the Lord's shovel. And that Sword that gives us wisdom of life, we choose not to use, instead we cut with our toungs man-made knowledge that we abuse. Could you tell us in a crowd of one million, as worshippers that give God all praises? Or would we be camoflaged by our action supporting drunken foolery in places where hell raises? Could you tell that I follow You? That every night I get on my knees to pray? Or do you ignore it because you know that I will hurt you the following day? It's Satan that I would rather not meet. Yet the closer I seek to find you, the more I feel his heat. You sent your son to take our place, and still our transgressions seem hard to face. And through this dark pathway that is quite often cold and dim, I will see the brighter side because I know I follow Him.