the day we get to rest
the day we go to praise,
pray
thank
and ask
the day we go to that house
yes, I called it a house
was it not built by hands of men?
In this house
we flock in the name of God
aren't we like sheep in a herd
in search of our shepherds
but they have turned in wolves
that swallow us whole
or suck us dry
they have lost sight of the path
and lead us into the dark shrubs.
The sheep have also grown horns
in an attempt to find a path of their own
they turned this house into
A runway, to display the latest trend
A marker place, to sell their product
A gossip hall, to know who did who, sorry I meant what
an exhibition hall, to display the latest catch
and hunting grounds, to find the "one" or sometimes two.
With all these
so little space is let to pray
the stained ground cuts my knees.
This is why I'd rather stay away
cause I praise my God everyday
and I don't need a crowd
to prove to what is inside.
So I ask you this day
which is your mission today?
in an attempt to find a path of their own
they turned this house into
A runway, to display the latest trend
A marker place, to sell their product
A gossip hall, to know who did who, sorry I meant what
an exhibition hall, to display the latest catch
and hunting grounds, to find the "one" or sometimes two.
With all these
so little space is let to pray
the stained ground cuts my knees.
This is why I'd rather stay away
cause I praise my God everyday
and I don't need a crowd
to prove to what is inside.
So I ask you this day
which is your mission today?
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