After the Fall

What are we to think
In a world that has stopped thinking?
Is there anyway to know
What is good, what is bad?
All the lines are fading
But are they fading?
Or are they being erased?
Or have we all slowly changed?
I can feel the changes.
Don't cry for long,
Our time is coming closer.
I muse within my mind:
How can I take something falling,
And raise it to fly again?
I know I can't, I know I can't,
But I know God can.
So put your life in His hands,
Make Him your obsession.
Let Him take you, break you
Then He'll make you
Into more than a man.
Don't cry for long,
Our time is coming closer.
Don't cry for long
Our time is coming closer.
Aren't you sick
Of how all the churches
In America are today?
They just wallow in their traditions
And their old religious ways.
They're so afraid of change
They derange
And water down what they say
So as not to offend the ones who'll pay the bills.
These preachers,
They stand with their suits and their ties,
And they only wear them
When they're in the public's eyes,
'Cause they're fake and they know it,
But they don't want you to know
That inside they're human just like you.
So, they stand on their stages
Next to flower arrangements
That were probably paid for with the missionary's fund,
And we worship them like idols:
We say, "Who needs the bible?
When we have a pastor that, oh, he's just so much fun?"
I'm not saying they're all this way.
I'm just saying we need a change!
Don't cry for long.
Our time is coming closer.
Fight through the pain of it all,
And remember that rising comes after the fall.