"Exosphere"
Who do we think we are
Almost too superior to come down
Couldn’t relate too far
Best results are found on the ground
Come off your throne
That you’ve given yourself
Climb down from your ego
Which way did He go
Now you rely on Christ
Though your ways aren’t too nice
The lost need to find
Truth for their minds
So feed them slow so they can chew
As you would to anything new
The soapbox is used to reach
Your dirty hands up to the sink
Clean water we are washed in
Suddenly we can breathe again
As Jesus is our oxygen
Why don’t you open your eyes
To the wisdom flowing like rivers
Near your brain, are you again
Claiming you’re too free to be of sin?
It’s our nature
It’s our default
Yes, we have faults
We all have flaws
Declaring them is what takes
Clear and present danger
Free your mind, keep what’s sane
Use your might, don’t be inane
Starving and carving into our lives
The wicked ways of the corrupt designs
