Even now, you're not listening; you're thinking of an answer.
To the Lord your pride is glistening like the cells of some horrid cancer.
You're deluded by your “goodness”; you wear it like a jewel.
When you finally choose to listen, you'll see that you're a fool.
You cling to a sheepskin; by it you justify.
It's only food for your sin, from the Lord of the flies.
Sometimes you will say a tiny morsel of truth.
A broken watch is right twice a day, not saying much of you.
There is nothing wrong with knowledge; but you have no wisdom.
No virtues are learned at college, but from the King of the Kingdom.
Even Satan knows his Bible, he quoted to the Lord.
Could it be that you're his rival, saying, “Hell, come aboard!”
You could know the scriptures, even with no heart.
Even the dead seem to be sleeping, 'til their flesh falls apart.
You might think entering church will make you a Christian.
Are you a Big Mac in McDonalds, just because you went in?
I fear for you, my old friend; the fear fuels my prayer.
I fight by it, just for you, with the god of the air.
But for Grace, you will sleep, and the silver cord is cut off.
Will you be eternally surprised when your heart has stopped?