Big Screens
We’ve got the big screens and fog machines
And the show choir wears their skinny jeans
But where is the cross and the blood still preached
And when do we, the whole word of God, still teach
We’ve got the gym and the exercise classes
And pants so tight we need blinders for glasses
But when last was Revelation to us expounded
And when was the sanctuary by angels surrounded
Our men of God are addicted to porn
Families and marriages are completely torn
The girls come to church in mini skirts
And boys are not serious but only flirt
We preach on giving and prosperity
And anything evil is just a conspiracy
We pick and we choose what we want to hear
And try not to think about those in dispair
We give our money and let someone else do it
But our little finger won’t even move it
Where is our mercy, where is our compassion
Where is our love, where is our passion
Are we the hands and feet of Jesus?
What does God think when He looks down and sees us?
Are we as fake as the news we see on TV?
When Jesus returns will we even believe?
Is government our god to which we bow down
Or will we seek alien saviors flying around
Will we listen to the lies of the globalists?
Whose pride will fall with the noblest.
Will we trust big Pharma with our very lives?
Or will we take the red pill and open our eyes?
Will we upload our minds to the internet cloud
Or will we meet Jesus up in the clouds?
