Walking a walk 

And fighting a fight

There is an ever jarring

Presence 

Which is never redeeming and ever tense 

It looms as a fog in the spirits of the saints

Leaving the soul with harmful taints

It is a vanity

A proclamation of the inescapable insanity of self elevation to make the enunciation of me, myself, and I known.

And how do we do it brothers? 

Having become constricted by this weed as we have grown

Have we forgotten that enlightened Pharisees are no better than well meaning heresies 

And in contrast to those who know carelessly the things of God 

Yet worship feeling as a warming fraud

These are those who are puffed to the max

Awaiting to go and to seek and to tax 

All who don't have the required brains

Thus they let love wash down the drains

And in the sewers of man's heart there lies

To his never arrived surprise 

Beauty and hope and purpose

All abandoned and forever worthless

Because man felt justified by what he knew

So the knowledge eventually evaporated into nothing

The water flowed to the ocean unvoyageable   

Without disdain and without control 

Knowledge was worshipped 

Like the ideals you pursue

Check your heart oh sinner 

Will He say, "I never knew you.”

Quote your verses 

speak them loud

Let all witness to your heart so proud

And ironic as it may be 

come to see

that God only graces those

who walk in humility

Quote your theology and your doctrine

“Once saved always saved”

as an excuse to justify your discipline

of those you look down upon

Truly they don’t agree so they must be wrong.

If your knowledge makes you better than the heathens and crooks

Then why aren’t we evangelizing to the textbooks?

Quote your heart that’s what He’ll do

He will shows the idols of self you’ll rue

For knowledge means little to nothing of value

If it is the extent of all your pursuits 

Compare yourself to all dead man 

With your exalted platform to reprimand 

And when you bow your knees so boldly

you will find to know that God only gives His grace to the lowly.