Truth

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Look at the front page, turn on the tv,
They fire another round at you and me,
Their guns are loaded, they're taking aim,
Nobody told them we're not all the same,
No paranoia, nobody could
Just write it off as being Hollywood,
The innuendo between the lines
Leaves no confusion 'bout what's on their minds.
I won't go underground,
I won't turn and flee,
I won't bow the knee.
I won't go underground,
I won't turn and hide from the rising tide.
I won't go underground,
I won't compromise what the world denies.
I won't go underground,
And I'm not ashamed of the cross I've claimed.
They're taking notes on what we say,
You know they'd like to lock us all away,
Can't stop the movement, can't make it slow,
Persecution always makes us grow.
They got my number, it's no surprise,
I'm here and wearing no disguise,
Bring on the lions and heat up the fire
It's not enough to stop this man's desire.
I won't go underground,
I won't turn and flee,
I won't bow the knee.
I won't go underground,
I keep holding fast till the very last.
I won't go underground,
I will turn my cheek, I will boldly speak.
I won't go underground,
I am not ashamed of the cross I've claimed.
I know the spirit behind this force,
It's not surprising if you know the source,
I pray for freedom for helpless ones,
And I keep standing till the new day dawns.

Too many black sheep in the family,
Too many stones from a house of glass,
They've heard the story, they've heard the lines,
But talk is too cheap to change their minds,
They want to see some vital signs.
Convictions - in the way we live,
Convictions - not a narrative,
Actions speak a little louder than words.
Seen and not heard, seen and not heard,
Sometimes God's children should be seen and not heard,
There's too much talk and not enought walk,
Sometimes God's children should be seen and not heard.
Commitment - no more alibis,
Commitment - not a compromise,
Actions speak a little louder than words.
Let your light so shine in all you do,
With an answer near when they come to you,
Don't let your mouth start talkin'
Until your feet start walkin'.

Somewhere in the darkest night a stranger has lost the way,
Cold wind and a distant light has carried his heart away,
Some say he was one of us, a prodigal gone astray,
But inside he's as cold as ice to the truth that he won't obey.
He won't discern - the point of no return,
In the last daze - the final haze,
There was strong delusion to believe a lie,
In the last daze before the blaze,
They couldn't see beyond their misty trance
To grab the truth and have a fighting chance,
In the last daze.
Cold chills when the Spirit speaks that some shall depart from the faith,
All ends in calamity just when they thought it was safe,
They followed the lies - the fables men devised,
Some say it's a certainty, a sign of the times I am told,
But I weep for the souls of those who will never return to the fold.

There's a higher place to go, beyond belief, beyond belief,
Where we reach the next plateau, beyond belief, beyond belief,
And from faith to faith we grow,
Towards the center of the flow,
Where He beckons us to go, beyond belief, beyond belief.
Leap of faith without a net
Makes us want to hedge our bet,
Waters never part until our feet get wet.
There's a deeper place to go,
Where the road seems hard to hoe,
He who has begun this work won't let it go.
There's a higher place to go, beyond belief, beyond belief,
Where we reach the next plateau, beyond belief, beyond belief,
And from faith to faith we grow
Towards the center of the flow,
Where He beckons us to go, beyond belief, beyond belief.



(thanx to Petra for the lyrics and inspiration - and thanx to God for everything)