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Disregarding the Command of God, We Keep the Tradition of Men Lyrics

Standing on the shoulders of giants and biting at the ankles of God.
Building castles of philosophy and doctrine; of piety, tradition, of rhyme and reason.
Of all the foolishness of man, what act of Godlessness is this?
Complacency doesn't make way for compassion.
Building up our names doesn't prepare the way (of the Lord).
We're defiling the bride one sacrament at a time.
We're deferring our hearts from the one thing to fill these gaps.
Eternal life is to know the Father and to bear the burden of His heart: caring for the widow and the orphan.
This is pure religion.* I'll speak righteousness into this generation.
We are warriors carrying the presence of God, breaking strongholds under the banner of Christ.
When will the sleepers arise?
I will prophesy, rise up dry bones!
You will live!
I will prophesy, rise up O sleepers.
Your eyes will be opened.
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