We are a stubborn people
Easily led by any wind of doctrine
We are called to be peculiar
A priesthood in flock form
We go against the grain
Of a world that ironically is insane
Of its greed and pursuits
It needs and rotted fruits
Before us has been set
Life or death as of yet
We chide at the thought
Of being predestined
Even bought with a price
Because it would make us accountable
What a glorious word for the Gospel
Predestination
We are a predestined nation
Once to freedom and worship
Now enslaved to our own debauchery
Where is the graveyard for the preborn?
Where do we go to mourn?
Pray and fast Jesus said
You can move mountains in that gest
The government of the soul
Has disobediently been shunned
We don’t want a king or potentate
We want to have our fun
No rules (means no rights), so be it God said
That is how I will judge you
When the scrolls are read
So bow now before the King
Rehearse your prayers beforehand
And edit the lyrics before we sing
It is right to be wary before His throne
So take all thought captive to Christ
Stop your complaining, it is annoying when you moan
Take account, judge thyself
Serve and sacrifice
Broken and contrite
That is what is pleasing to our Lord