What have we to think
In a world that has stopped thinking
Is there anyway to know
What is good, what is bad
All the lines are fading
But are they fading?
Or are they being erased?
Or have have they slowly changed?
I can feel the changes.
Don't cry for lo,
Our time is coming closer.
I muse within my mind.
How can I take something falling,
And raise it to fly again?
I know I can't, I know I can't,
But I know God can.
So put your life in His hands,
Make Him your obsession.
Let Him take you, break you
Then He'll make you
Into more than a man.
Don't cry for lo,
Our time is coming closer.
Don't cry for lo
Our time is coming closer.
Aren't you sick
Of how the churches
In America are today?
They just wallow in their traditions
And in their old religious ways.
They're so afraid of change
They derange and water down what they say
So as not to offend the ones who will pay the bills
These preachers
They stand with their suits and their ties
And they only wear them
When they're in the public's eyes
Cause they're fake and they know it.
But they don't want you to know
That inside they're human just like you.
So they stand on their stages
Next to flower arrangements
That were probaly paid for with the missionary's fund.
And we worship them like idols
And we say, "who needs the bible,
When we have a pastor that is just so much fun? "
I'm not saying they're all this way
I'm just saying we need to change
Don't cry for lo
Our time is coming closer
Fight through the pain of it all
And remember that rising comes after the fall.