Old wars

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?

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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.