Pretty men in stylish suits
Dressed to kill with lights and smoke
Flashy people, pretty stages, perfect lives
I want to choke.
Oratory crisp and perfect
emotional, charismatic, convincing, loud
Golden chairs and purple curtains
White attire their coifs a shroud.
A fairy land of false impressions
set about as if it real
Pointing fingers, telling lies
Using Jesus with blood to spill.
Don’t judge my Father by these prophets
they have an image to express
Truth be told the work is finished
But their needs they must address.
No man, no prophet, no televised performance
If He could use a willing ass
Is needed in this life and purpose
So on that show I choose to pass.
Let us stop the masquerade
Strip it down and lay it bare
If what is left is Jesus only
then all your needs will be met there.
Jesus alone is all it takes
to change a world and set things right
Turn off the noise and lies and image
and rest in peace in Him tonight.
Life Without Definition 