Science groping in the dark like a rat-fool in a maze
Conscious doping while in park stretching out our days
We die to think that we’re the One
That can do what’s never been done
The point of the whole Creation is there’s One who made you too.
Wisdom loathing born to earth you’re memories lost in the Word
Proudful mouthing of the phantom truth for sinners’ ailments cured
Lazily dead in our minds and misdeeds
We strive for the base, we beg and we plead
The point of the whole Creation is there’s One who made you too.
I’m angry, yes, and feel for you, in many, many ways
But we’re all loved by the Creator, it has to be that way.
Cosmos raping in your name, the ant is more noble than such
Bottom scraping for fame past acts unspeakable to touch
Open your eyes to the heart of the Lord
Past plagues and promises ignored
The point of the whole Creation is there’s One who made you too.