I want to be fashioned by His holy hand, And taught how to live in this wicked land. Where the lost leads the lost, Yah forbid. And to forgive, was burnt up by an arsonist. A world full of hypocrites and broods of vipers, Prey on the innocent victims of spiritual snipers. When will the blind see again? Post it on a bulletin, To those lost in sin; The Almighty makes us kin, Stop acting like hooligans. This world is in captivity, under the illusion of being free. Twisted priorities ignore the unseen. They can't envision it without a screen. Twisted priorities ignore the unseen. Held in slavery, they obeyed the wrong master, Wounded fatally, in search of green pasture. Roam through dry and desolate places, In a pig pen longing to fill their faces, With pig slop. When they come to their senses, They go home, a path of repentance. Our Father's servants are treated better than the world's slaves. On our journey He will meet us along the way. Repetitious steps will conquer a thousand miles. Slow progress leads away from the defiled Refusing to read makes it hard to grow. Stuck in the past, we won't let it go. Watching it like re-runs of a TV show.