ShadowsCool
06-21-2011, 03:09 PM
The truth's been chipped away he tells me
By the deceiver, the devil,
They talk of God as some abstract object.
The old man leaned over slowly
His arthritic back preventing
Any further motion.
Look over there
His trembling hand pointing at the
The old church.
No more talk of Divinity
They made Him the king
Of their imagination.
They speak in word only
Their hearts are far from Him
Their eyes hide in their cunning
The old man then leaned over his precious Bible
And passed away.
By the deceiver, the devil,
They talk of God as some abstract object.
The old man leaned over slowly
His arthritic back preventing
Any further motion.
Look over there
His trembling hand pointing at the
The old church.
No more talk of Divinity
They made Him the king
Of their imagination.
They speak in word only
Their hearts are far from Him
Their eyes hide in their cunning
The old man then leaned over his precious Bible
And passed away.