When the music plays and no one sings,
When sights of beauty come to thee,
When I hear the voice of sounds the songs of singing going ’round.
When my heart beats just too fast and when my head hurts from last task.
When the notes all string together when the grey clouds fill the weather –
How sad it makes me feel it does to know a God that no one trust.
To feel him there and looking down to know his presence his peaceful sound.
How much it hurts my heart it quakes to feel his spirit feed me with grace and yet go trampled by the liars,
Tired of hearing falsifiers.
Tired of listening to bloated speak, tired of trying different things.
I know what’s truth I know what’s not I know my God I know what’s taught.
I know the way the voice the King I know the pain that true faith brings.
I know the art the beauty brushed I know the want of knowing such.
It gets so old so old for me that day by day the world rolls deep.
“Listen here I’ve got it down – A way to make God’s will abound.
A way to make yourself feel good a way to do what gods all should.
I’ve found the answer, it says right here – To mans opinions all should fear.’
Oh pipe down for once you trend, just shut up please you’re not my friend.
I’m tired of seeing with my eyes and hearing songs and knowing cries.
I’m tired of all of what’s been said I’m tired of courting bull-shit with dread.
The thing is one and easy and true,
The truth is this – that God loves you.
All his laws his rules and such, follow them you’ll feel a rush.
For they’re designed to grow his kingdom, to help the lowly and never leave him.
What a big mistake it is, the day that man takes God as myth.
– Thomas M. Watt