Yoked

You can't be unequally yoked. 

To me it's almost beyond a joke!

When the truth finally unfolds, 

I wonder where He'll find the gold?

Not in the likely places, seven eyes see...

Is it in the mouth of anyone who thinks: "look at me."

The word of truth,

It makes a sound...

But still humanity is spiralling down..

Why may I ask, are we going this way?

All the whoredoms, are on display..

The words tell the story: like Shittim; back in the day.

Who can glory? when their soul is swept away.

Falling in a trap, taken by the waves..

I believe that our forefathers would be rolling in their graves. 

Abandoning the One, who came to save...

Turning from his precepts, so we can have the stage.

Where are we headed?

What comes next?

Better be under His wing, when He puts us to the test.

You know, He takes on all our sin..

Into His Kingdom, cannot come in.

But hear, they are, crucifying Him all over again..

Using his name, bringing down shame.

Jesus will save us, let Him take the blame.

It's a Spiritual battle, don't be surprised; 

Just like the flesh,

His Spirit will rise. 

With fervent heat-He, will slay the foe.

Into ashes, they shall go.

From those ashes...

Others will rise.

Yes my friends, 

Don't be surprised. 

What we have now, is digging its own grave..

Abandoning the Prince, 

To become a slave.

Come back...

While there's time. 

Seek repentance 

You are mine.