We may not meet on all the bullet points of theology
we may vote differently regarding our perspectives of Democracy
we've lost common sense as we discuss core Biology
we won't trust God but mess around with Astrology
we trust in our own minds, diving deep into Psychology
we bank on our forecasts when we can't even master meteorology
our leaders will spread poison then make money off immunology
we see the goal but let bureaucracy halt proper methodology
we could emphasize prayer but mostly rely on pharmacology
we've lost precious elements of humanity to technology
a spiritual metaphor: there's much toxicology in our cardiology
and with all our dollars we
- with all our scholars we-
have yet to build a kingdom that won't fall. what we
Built were big walls around divided Colonies
we've looked around instead of up for meaning, disgusted by monotony
we can and will plumb the depths of neurology
only to find what could have helped was theology
now, under this rubble, in all this noise, we should knock on the
door of the throne room of our heavenly rock and see
that he so deserves billions of apologies
see, we bought with greed
all sorts of vanity and agony
but here at the precipice, the pinnacle, the ******
we see that we don't know how to love properly
don't scoff, we need
to know the sacrifice, the offering
of the man who lived, died and rose again awesomely
is still efficacious for sinners sinning at the end. we mocked and we
sought wrong things
but look up humbly and readily, 'cause soon comes the King of Kings
and this time he'll be saying
off with the
heads of those who chose not to honor me
I stretched my hands wide for so long and said "walk with me"
but they have chosen a wicked lot we see
they built idols of rotten things
Some of them even look holy, but i know their hearts indeed
oh people of earth, you have forgotten me
you've put me out of your minds, in pursuit of all of these
trinkets and mad philosophies,
infinite fleshly atrocities
even as I bent low in compassion and longsuffering, you fought with me
the plans of man lead only to spiritual poverty
and i can work with a man who confesses this and his sick ideologies
but the sinner who now, poor and bllind has been caught in need
and yet continues his heart hardening
he, like those righteous by faith will live forever, but not with me
only the pure in heart God will see
And this is not just a rebuke of the culture, wake up church, you don't want to consider eternity in heaven a probably
when i speak the new heavens and new earth alive, you can watch with me
but if you remain lukewarm, you'll be spit out, i'm the vine and your the branch, don't be cut off from me
what was foretold of the final days is not a "possibly"
so purify your hearts and hands, don't live naughtily
Don't you want to see what my blood bought for thee
if you're flirting with separation, come talk to me
meet me in the secret place, I've got some things you've got to see.