Morning song elixir. With a spinal tap addiction. Culture
shock injection to a monotone inflection. Horse without a
rider with a golden message for the steeple. Carpet bomb
“prosperity” to the poorest congregations. Send in the
man. Send in the face. Our itching ears sifting for what
we want to hear. Send in the man. Send in the face. Usher
us to a veneer of a truth that is truer than true. Hit
the floor. Hit the floor. Change the face of the world as
we know. Won't let go. Can't Ignore. See the need. Regard
those on the outside. Hit the floor. Hit the floor.
Change the face of the world as we know. Won't let go.
Can't Ignore. To seek the will of my God is the joy of my
being. A Kingdom void of currency. Messiah with no bed to
sleep. Cling to wealth and surely sink. Autonomy I gladly
leave. For the promise that he made me satisfies. His
welcome never does deny the broken tyrant and smallest
child. He satisfies.