Pour by My Epic

Yet by My Epic

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Pour
by My Epic

Album: Yet

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 that even water is poison if we breathe it.

Just how much can we love when we're spread so thin... spread so thin?
Just how much can we love when we're 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...

Satan came and offered up the kingdom whole, Messiah refused, then took it man by man.
Pharisees thought he would topple the empires, 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!