There was a time
When I would have opened my mouth
Let the words pour out
Say something profound

But I've grown complacent
In my mediocrity
Entrenched in this establishment
Of don't ask don't bother me

My mind is screaming curses
But your word says bless instead
It says to let the burning coals
Rain down upon their heads

Let it burn, burn
Burn, burn, let it burn
Consuming all it touches
Let it burn, burn
Burn, burn, let it burn
What a fire a love such as this

Here I sit and ponder your discernment
Into matters corporate perversion
While you pander acceptance
Of spiritual divergence

Yet label myth words I hold dear
Tell me where's the diversity here?
Why shouldn't we treat others
The way we would like to be

Bandy words like a semantic spendthrift
Give meaning and intention short shrift
All the while demeaning the great gift
When will this persecution ever lift

Romans 12:9-21

Copyright © 1999 Dawson Cowals.