Things have been ritual
We're trapped by our culture
Instead of living spiritual
We're eaten by vultures
We have a mentality
That by just going to church
And doing church activities
Are the signs of our rebirth
Don't fool yourselves, brethren
And the truth - you should hear it
The thing we should be bearing
Is the fruit of the Spirit
God looks at the heart
Not on works we tend to brag
We cannot hide the darkness
By our stinky, filthy rags
The Father wants sinners
Who are seeking to be pure
But we love things that make us sicker
And then later ask for cure
You may say that you love God
And it's Him you'll serve forever
But when I'll ask you "Who is God?"
Will you even have an answer?
We bring our family in the church
In Bible Studies we exert
Surprisingly, the flesh at work
Makes us more soaked in this earth
Here's the thing: We're living lies
Feel the sting, open your eyes
This I bring to Christ and cry
Kill the sin to bring new life
This is about our Sunday habits
Please do not take them for granted
I hope this will make you feel blessed
Or feel cursed, you assess it:
Early Christians keep concealed
They'll be killed if they're revealed
All the week they try to hide
Until Sunday comes to light
Still they go to a hidden place
To meet with brethren just to praise
Seeking comfort, strength, and grace
They have another week to face
They're having trouble finding time
Too freely worship God on high
And their struggle does not lie
On what to prioritize
If they feel that they've been showered
With God's grace for just FEW HOURS
How then valuable is our
DAY of service by God's power?
If you seek no church for pasture
Nor a thirst for scriptural stature
You may not have this, I measure:
God is not at all your treasure
