I see a multitude of people. Some are away and some close by. They seave together new relgion. From tiny remnants they have found. A bit of truth, a greater lie. And all the prophets stand and sing a pleasant song, a million cords that bind the spirit growing stong. My heart is braking, I must remind them
Chours:
You are the only way. You are the only voice. You are the only hope. YOu are the only choice. You are the one true God. No matter what they say. You are the breath of life. You are the only way. We need You here today. Give us wisdom. Give us wisdom.
There is a moment of decision but all teh days go rushing by. An undercurrent of confudion to threaten all that we beleive. With little time to wonder why. And all the prophets sing the same familiar song even the chosen can be led to sing along. These hearts are breaking will You remind us
(Chours)
You choose the simple things to overcome the wise. Wisdom is granted in teh name of Jesus Christ. In the name of Jesus Christ
