He just sold the big deal
thinkin' he's goin' buy a big wheel
float down the strip it's a trip
He knows he's livin' a lie
When he raises his hands up high
...and closes his eyes on Sunday
But what's he got between his--
his--cuz it's night time comin'
anxiety poppin' into his mind
he can't unwind without a glass full of swine
sittin' in front of his 54 inch he's satisfied
on the screen seein' pics of kids with corn rows
where nothin' grows
long as he got his--no matter the kids got what
no one knows
But what's he livin' for?
Another house in the mountains or
the end o' the week country club
hearin' God loves you no matter what?
no challenge from the preacher
to turn or repent from his sin
I know ya can't earn it but you gotta listen in
He didn't come to give you happiness in yourself
but to deny yourself to die to yourself
until you realize there's child of wrath
sittin' in the pew it's the prepared path
our father chose for us in the garden's death
there's gotta be more to life than this--
this--whatchya gettin' from behind the pulpit?
You bein' told it's cool where you sit?
until you realize it. Yeah, until you realize it.
Sippin' from the glass thinkin'...thinkin' you need
somethin'... but she's only a fad and you know it
you're gonna use her and she only wants your wallet
but the market's dry and your hypocrisy
is hidden from the Sunday brunch
with the smiles and the light touches
and you're blind to your sin
as you sit on the couches
open up the word, take up read
see the Christ from whom you need to feed
your regeneration comes from the Spirit
ain't no conviction of sin then you aint near it
what else can I tell you but to get real with your life
ain't no wheels goin' satisfy only gonna make you die
if you gonna die then die to the "my"
only when you see the one on the tree
way up high can you do this
you gotta look to the cross and its foolishness
you can you must do this there's no other life
all is waste before you in this concrete real
it looks beautiful on the beach but there's a dead seal
why is there death? why does your breath
refuse to breathe the revelation of it all
the Fall, it's the culprit,
but now you're runnin' after the idolat
-ry of what you see but it's what is unseen
that is keen! are you serious about the new car?
when the kids with the corn rows can't see a star
through the garbage they eat while you treat
yourself to anothah helping of somethin' sweet?
They livin' in a dump well dump what you can
country club man, open up your eyes to the lies
the devil been feedin' you
I know what's it's all about because you see
I'm talkin' to me, not you.
1 comment:
Thanks, Chris. I get it. Me too.
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