In this life I search and seek to find a God who thinks just like I think
I’ve forced something inside of my head but this god I’ve made has left me feeling so dead
What kind of god isn’t just
Would a king be a king if his wrath was merely dust
You can find a god you seek, but a Holy God would never turn the other cheek
A god who obeys you isn’t a god at all
It’s a tower waiting to crumble
I swear He's better
A father who doesn’t discipline is one watching his kids playing in their streets of sin
You don’t want Me for Me, you want Me for the gifts that I will bring
Your joy is a lie that will be taken in the night
You’re a self-seeking man with your blood on your head
You’re alive to worship your King
Calves will be melted down
Towers will be forced to the ground