Pour - My Epic

God save us from our good intentions

What you meant to be organic we’ve refined into an engine

We call it progress but we forget even water is poison if we breathe it

Just how much can we love spread so thin?

Spread so thin?

Just how much can we love spread so thin?

Where are the naked prophets?

Where are their harlot wives?

How can the spirit move when his body parts don’t coincide?

These times are complicated so we compartmentalize

There are few burdens shared — just seldom intersecting lives

Then Satan came and offered up the kingdom whole, Messiah refused then took it

man by man

Pharisees thought he would topple the empire but he changed the world by caring

for men

Not the systems they create

Temples for the temples?

Systems for the Spirit?

We became the temples so let’s build each other

Could we hear the spirit if we just lived simpler?

Everybody go and grab your neighbors

Let’s all sink our roots and see a harvest

Nobody alive has all the answers but Abba bears the load when love is hard