Sta.sh
Your mouths are streams of bitterness,
Complaints and diatribes roll off your tongues,
Perverting Jacob's ladder rungs
To trod on fellow humans as your steps.
Your spineless sarcasm is weak,
A farce to hide your insecurity,
You say you have maturity
When twisted pleasures are all that you seek.
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
And there my world had found its end,
The point I face alone, without a friend.
I don't know why I still draw breath
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
These things I thought would bring excitement,
They've left me instead with a sense of indictment.
Behind my back the right wag their fingers,
But I just can't ignore them, my guilty thought lingers.
God, if you're out there, how come all the Christians
Are hypocrites who can't put an end to their bitchin'?
This is the way your world begins
This is the way your world begins
This is the way your world begins
Born from the quiet and from the whimper.
To the one who is downcast and lost from the way,
There's a God who is with you and mighty to save.
And though he reigns from high above,
He will quiet your soul with his infinite love.
He is quiet indeed
He is quiet indeed
Not a word will He speak:
Will you follow his lead?
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