The evil generation
Seek for a sign
A sign of the divine
The divine rod
That keep them all in line!
But none done be given
Except the one designed
To draw out faith
To draw out hope
To draw out love sublime!
Rod-bothered! Rod-bothered!
So, evil would become the rod that clobber!
Rod-bothered! Rod-bothered!
So, evil would become the rod that clobber!
The evil generation
Seek for a sign
A sign of the divine
The divine rod
That keep them all in line!
But none done be given
Except the one designed
To draw out faith
To draw out hope
To draw out love sublime!
Rod-bothered! Rod-bothered!
So, evil would become the rod that clobber!
Jonah in the belly
The belly of the whale
Jonah would have God
Send his enemies to hell!
So, he run; so he hide
To be the one who deride
The smoking embers of his enemies' demise!
God-bothered! God-bothered!
He knew the God of judgement
Also love the nasty other!
God-bothered! God-bothered!
He knew the God of judgement
Also love the nasty other!
He give time to repent!
His just wrath to relent
Just in case some preaching reach the fool insolent!
But fools condemn themselves
Need show of power to consent!
Proud heads stand high upon the land
Do feel themselves so grand!
They would bury those who tarry
To submit to their demands!
They do laud the broad sword!
Have no love for the Lord!
They would hold the handle
Turn the sharp end full blood-ward!
If you heed the inner law
Written on the heart of man
If you laud the creation
Made without the human hand
If you seek the good in truth
For the beauty of God's plan
That all power, wisdom, goodness
Be united in the One
Then, the evidence be clear
Such evidence one need
To know that love be greater
For personhood it plead!
Like Jonah in the whale
Jesus slept in gloomy hell
Yet he burst forth a-shining
To those who loved him well!
For power on display
To the fixed will in disarray
Foment no love at all
Nor faith and hope within the fray!
Though fear of God be the beginning
The love of God should be the end!
For he who hate the Alpha
With the Omega will contend!
Do not be blinkered by great power!
The heart of fear be a great liar!
The one blind to all but his own desire!
Seek the heart of love ascending higher!
Let not such blind doubt keep you in the mire!
The evil generation
Seek for a sign
A sign of the divine
The divine rod
That keep them all in line!
But none done be given
Except the one designed
To draw out faith
To draw out hope
To draw out love sublime!
Rod-bothered
Or, rightly God-bothered!
How you finna be, Bro?
How you finna be?
Be there prideful fear in your heart
Or respectful love?
Think about it, now!
Think about it!
The evil generation
Seek for a sign
A sign of the divine
The divine rod
That keep them all in line!
But none done be given
Except the one designed
To draw out faith
To draw out hope
To draw out love sublime!
Rod-bothered
Or, rightly God-bothered!
How you finna be, Bro?
How you finna be?
Be there prideful fear in your heart
Or respectful love?
Think about it, now!
Think about it!