How far backward have we stumbled? How far have we fallen?
Fine actors, witty wordsmiths, deep pockets, and puffed up chests
Head your congregations of dull-eared people quick to be tickled.
Giggling gossips, high-heeled heiresses, conflict-sewing countesses,
Assault the meek and bury the downtrodden beneath hypocrisies.
How far backward have we stumbled? How far have we fallen?
Pass the plate. Give the tithe. Ignore the hungry and fatherless. Despise the needy.
Cue the Lights! Music! Theatrical displays of worship in flesh and lie.
Pillow-sewing pastors, mind-altering ministers, tradition-filled theologians,
Fill starving children with worm-eaten bread and watered wine.
How far backward have we stumbled? How far have we fallen?
Come, join us for fellowship. Be filled with half-truths then go on your way.
Football! Pot-Luck Dinners! Isn’t it great to gather in the house of the Lord?
Demeaning deacons, pew-numbed princesses, sin-filled song leaders,
Scoff at those who worship everyday alike, rebuking your flesh-filled gatherings.
How far backward have we stumbled? How far have we fallen?
Woe are we! Why does the world persecute us? Why do they hate us so?
God hates fags! Accept Jesus or burn in Hell! God loves you, but…
Hateful hearts, lying lips, self-righteous sinners
Come under judgment and still do not see the problem is within.
How far backward have we stumbled? How far have we fallen?
I’ll fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away! Have you not heard…
“I am against your pillows, wherewith ye there hunt the souls to make them fly.”
Entitled elders, lying tradition leaders, cowardly concubines,
Take comfort in false escapes, ignoring the call of the righteous to repentance.
How vast is your mercy? How sure are your promises?
Lord, redeem your children who seek you among the perversion.
Feed the starving with your word and fill them with your Spirit.
Pure-praising priests, kind-hearted kings, chastened children,
Made strong in Jesus Christ. The only truth. The only way. The only life.
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