Truth

They all look around and agree and nod

That there couldn't possibly be a true God

For to say otherwise would be uncouth

And betray them to the obvious truth

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That God, he exists and he is real

Real as you can touch and taste or feel

So real you can feel his divine zeal

That made kings of every corner come kneel

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Truth is his title, his apotheosis

That we all come to know via osmosis

Those whom stray go fall into psychosis

At the rejecting of reality

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Itch and bitch and all in a bad stitch

They resist with all sound and scree

Yet send to know for whom the bell tolls

Not knowing that it tolls for thee

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Caught all in the mind or in the flesh

They deny him and hit refresh

Not knowing they're in the great thresh

Of emotional battleground

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Lack of trust that results in soft disdain

Is also a very common refrain

In throwing good belief to the night rain

At the great behest of their broken frame

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One foot in life the other in the grave

Realize they have no power to save

Put down the sword, take heart, believe, be brave

And then stop being such an utter knave

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Knave that's a slave to a mind deprave

Instead turn to see the new wave

The new found wave of God's love and grace

Turn, Turn and see God's very face

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Stay away from that which only can sooth

And keeps you safely away in your booth

Stay away from salves and sweet vermouth

Chase after his call, his story, God's truth