Foreign Flame

Say goodbye to the reassurance you crave
Surrender seemed sensible until it cost you everything
When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?

With foundations of scattered sand
Stability becomes a sacrament
What if we questioned our motives instead of defending our vices?
Let us weep until we starve from hunger
Let us mourn until we die of thirst

Remember, branches were broken off so that we might be grafted in
Yet we justify our priorities by building a foreign flame
In the case that the cause would not carry on, in the case that our passion might wear thin
Deaf ears, will you ever listen?
Blind eyes, will you ever have vision?
Tell me, faithful, does God ever mention
A remedy for lost conviction
When you have nowhere left to go
When no amount of self-indulgence is enough to feed your shallow soul
When it's not hypothetical
When you come face-to-face with what keeps you awake at night?

In utter blasphemy we say
"Shall we not drink the cup the Father has given us?"
And what noble intent!
Christ, we're mesmerized by your words, but did we misread your lips?
When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?

You'll agree that apathy is debilitating; it brings our darkest day
Yet selflessness was admirable before our lives became rearranged

Sometimes I think we're all lost

Sometimes I think we're all lost and we're just mindlessly repeating
We dream of sacrificial living while we toss and turn in peace
We're just mindlessly repeating
We let pleasure dictate purpose as we grow in unbelief
We're just mindlessly repeating
Regurgitate and sleep
We don't comprehend what it means to breathe

Regurgitate and sleep
Will we ever comprehend what it means to breathe?
When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?