You said you loved Me, I believed I gave My will and you agreed
Over time your own path you've made, even after the price I paid You tried so hard to follow My path, but twisted words have churned up wrath Time is short, there's work to be done But futile quarrels have begun Enter the bedlam, the innocent pay from closed minds within the twisted day
The victim is you, not Me It is for My glory that you should see Instead of sharing My love with friends, the dissension among you already begins
Time is short, your unknown destiny has been set Feel destruction's breath breathing down your neck You blame this on others and fight in your homes to keep from having to leave your comfort zones Tribulation is over, the days of life are gone Your friends aren't with you and you wonder where they went wrong Your life is at an end, your flesh given to birds Only because My trials you failed due to twisted words
An unseen lampstand thereupon is a star Its life faintly flickers, seen from afar
As rivers of fury and oceans of hatred grow, the lampstand is darkened and with it its glow You must not grow weary or forget what you've heard Blood was shed on the cross before those twisted wordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
