Reckoner (An Axe Laid at the Root)

These are the days of the devil in the wilderness

These are the tastes that have turned into bitterness

It's not that we doubt that a stone can turn into bread

It's just we doubt that we're hungry at all

The serial temptations of the age are getting harder

The country's getting meaner, computers getting smarter

The pains we try to numb are only getting sharper

We're going on like nothing's the matter at all

Every valley will be lifted

Every mountain brought low

When the reckoner comes reckoning

Every secret will be known

Truly truly, I tell you truly

There's an axe laid at the root

Before the reckoner comes reckoning

Repent, believe the truth

The phone in my pocket was sold like a gain to me

I've lost so much time and attention to technology

That sells me the lie that it knows what I really need

And God knows it only make me feel more alone

This is the rot and the end of civilization

When the spirit is quenched by a spiritless simulation

We need no other signs, no other tribulation than this

Every valley will be lifted

Every mountain brought low

When the reckoner comes reckoning

Every secret will be known

Truly truly, I tell you truly

There's an axe laid at the root

Before the reckoner comes reckoning

Repent, believe the truth

We shall not live by bread alone

But by every word that comes from the mouth of God

We shall not live by bread alone

But by every word that comes from the mouth of God

Truly, truly I tell you truly

As you did it to one of these

To the least of these my brethren

You did it unto me

For I was hungry, and you fed me

I was thirsty, you gave me drink

I was a stranger, and you welcomed me

You did it unto me

Some trust in chariots, in power or politicians

Some trust in the market of collective superstitions

But we trust in the name of the Lord of crucifixion

And the hope of resurrection

In Jesus Christ