Who do you bow down to
When you're out n' about worshiping
Do you go to your cell phone
Or the throne of your T.V.

Do you idolize the car you drive
The faster that it goes
Or place yourself high on the shelf
When you are home alone

Is your gratitude placed on food
To get you through troubled times
Could it be the devil's drink
That makes everything alright

Who is your god that gives the nod
You spend your spare time with
If you had to go, it on your own
Would you feel you couldn't live

I can tell you, who you bow down to
While here, your heart still beats
Makes a difference in this life and
For all eternity

you know what i find
most of the time
in my dealings
when dealing with time

however many hoops
that you jump through
in it's pursuit
keeps coming for you

leaving its mark
in cased face to face
so, there's no denying
what's taking place

time will tell
time will lie
just when you need a minute
it finds the time to hide

time clearly has
it out for us
sneaks around full circle
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

time will leap
time will lunge
this, that, and the other
plus all of the above

why are we
unsatisfied
in all that we do
in most that we try
when it comes to
living this life
we never seem to
be satisfied

whether new to the scene
or been here a few
so easily bored
with all we go through
if you've yet to guess
and haven't a clue
we're unsatisfied
to tell the truth

with what we have to show
we're unsatisfied
in what's going on
the facts do not lie
hold out little hope
that we'll ever find
inside of this life
that we'll ever be satisfied

I see the wrong
That's going on
In today's society

Which makes me say
The way they behave
Is so hard to believe

Not once do I
Turn aside
And criticize myself

With blinders on
I hum along
Like everybody else

If you ask me
It's easier to see
Someone else needs help
In the way we're dealt
Than to see yourself

Fingers out of joint
I tend to point
At the debauchery

With no idea
It's me I kid
As they're the same as me

With a show of hands
How many can
Say they do the same

We'll fool ourselves
Straight to hell
If we don't stop this game

God, I don't understand is why I'm questioning
The where, why, what, and when
It comes to it, this world is a mess
Where do I begin

I wonder why we're always at war
With you being the Prince of Peace
My best guess is we're not listening
Otherwise, we wouldn't have so many needs

And what about the poor around the world
With no roof over their heads
Of course I have a house, but that's not what I'm talking about
I'd rather question you instead

Oh, and where do I begin on the hungry children
Starving in the streets
Can't something be done to feed everyone
Look at me, I have plenty to eat

And why do we have so much senselessness
With brother against his own brother
I feel we're all slaves to this world of hate
Why is it so hard to love one another

I guess it all began when we gave into sin
And let it control our lives
Yet here I am the sinful man that I am
Questioning God as to the reason why

If you were to ask me
I'd say we're a society
That is in desperate need
Of sheep counting

Part of the walking dead
We lay our weary heads
Yet stay awake instead
Worries mounting

And when we do finally
Drift off into much needed sleep
Awakened by the scream
Of the ALARM CLOCK TAUNTING

Dragging us up from the deep
Back into harsh reality
Jumping in with both feet
Sleepwalking

As we make our way
Through another dreary day
Zombies on display
In constant shuffle

Mostly unaware
How we all got here
Not a one of us that's clear
In mid-mumble

Who do we think we're kidding
In doing the Sandmans bidding
Is this any way to make a living
It's all so daunting

And yet we carry on
As if there's nothing wrong
Just shuffling along
Sleepwalking

I can clearly see across Tennessee
By the Grace of God, I do believe
Being witness to his masterpiece

As he finger paints the bluest sky
Blends it in with the trees just right
Then on my heart is where he signs

Adds his perfection to the sunset
Orange and yellow with splashes of red
Leaving nature quite breathless

Pastel clouds pouring silver rain
With just enough touch of gray
So, every day's display is not the same

The master artist hard at work
Paints the landscape with just one stroke
Adding highlights and shadows as he goes

By the Grace of God, I do believe
I'm witness to his masterpiece
As I clearly see across the beauty of Tennessee