How far down does my deepness go?
Does it only extend to the end of my clothes?
Is it the shoes that I wear?
Or the car that I drive?
Do I appreciate the gift of simply being alive?

Do I take pleasure in others?
Or is it all about me?
Can I only relate to the things that I see?

Can I contemplate?  Speculate?
Or barely scratch the surface?
Is it really ‘all about the Benjamins’?
Or do I live life with a purpose?

Do I step over others on my way to the top?
Am I heading down the wrong road
And just refusing to stop?
Is it about the job?  The status? Or the trips that I take?
Are my friendships superficial?
Is my love for neighbor fake?

Do I run off at the mouth,
Carelessly saying just what I feel?
Have I consideration for others?
Is anything about me real?

How far down does my deepness go?
Through just the three top layers of my skin?
Do I spend time with children or older ones,
Or does my patience run too thin?

Am I the life of the party when times are good?
Or spending all my time on fun and games?
Am I searching for the true God while he may yet be found?
Can I be counted on when tribulation rains?

How far down does my deepness go?
Yeah, how far down?  How far down?
Do I dare to know?