Idolatry
Idolatry
He heard the words being spoken
Crystal clear so far from broken
He made up stories of what was said
He looked for empty souls to be fed
I am the Alpha and the Omega
I wandered from Nome to Calcutta
I am the answer to what is life
An army equipped with drum and fife
Give me your trust and lean on me
Let me show you what you can be
Give me your riches for God alone
I’ll pray for you and take you home
His eyes were shifty and his smile dripped of honey
He took me in his arms then took all the money
I was lost and trapped in the forest so dense
He was all so cunning the master of pretense
My Idol, why hast thou forsaken me?
