Harmony

Dear Christian look at your mission

Decorating fins when you are called to be fishin'

And this really is an act of sedition

When the natural man leads your cognition

You think your sanctified when heaven's gates are open wide

You think He's glorified when the church is not his bride

You think their justified with their worldly ties

You think we're anathematized when rejecting a lie

So maybe Martin Luther or even Martin Brucer

Pounding on those holy doors ripping out those pagan floors

Could shed a little light in the cover of the night

So we see what's fading while the world is parading

 

And I know it's legalistic or maybe simplistic

To make it our cry what the world calls a lie

Maybe I'm a pharisee, but how dare I see

The written of God cannot be counted as fraud

And the Christians with the microphones

Should really have micro phones

So we could not hear the drones

Fleshly crimes of Satan's own

"An old crusty book that should be left in the nook"

And the elephant is that they believe it's irrelevance 

Yet inspired by Him In the midst of our sin

Should humble the proud and provide grace within.

 

Let me diagnose at least with some of my prose

How the church has failed and left the world impaled

With naivity for the sake of brevity

Of being disliked in the earth we think heavenly

How 66 accounts treated with no amount

Yet mr. Olsteen is about to sell out

And we join hands singing kumbaya 

And Jesus will say I did not know you at all

The word of God is left to the dust

Even conservatives sipped the preservatives 

Thus, Awana and John 3:16 join the team

The unChristian American dream

 

Until The B I B L E reigns

The church will face stain instead of pain

And the hurled will look like the world

Swirled in within the montra of sin curled

Maybe we need a harsh physician

When the incision has passed the prescribed admission

And the mission? Sola de tolderance no permission

Turn and repent lest we all face perdition

That 3000 year old book that story

Praises Him in the midst of His glory

Reject it and you reject Him

And if you do, stop calling yourself Christian

 

 

 

 

 

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