Old wars are fought
New ideas wrought
the young aren’t taught
the truths of old
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Our light we squander
we aimlessly wander
and no more ponder
the truth not told
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In idols we trust
though all become dust
that break and rust
yet for which we reach
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Not so for the light?
For that which is right?
For faith not for sight?
What then do we preach?
–
Our truth is subjective
Our ethics elective
the church not protective
of moral absolute
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Screens are our teachers
facades are our preachers
our neighbours but creatures
to sit back and shoot
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Let’s open our eyes
speak truth to the lies
and we’ll not face demise
in the son of man
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For in his return
we’ll not singe or burn
not once we have learned
to follow God’s plan.