Wednesday 14 October 2020

Burn Babylon, Burn

 It's time to disable Babel,

Satan, your kingdom shall fall,

To topple your tower,

Unplug your power,

The hour is here for you to answer to all,


Time to tear down your toy towns of treasure,

To rip up your playbook and rules,

To revoke all your pleasures,

And every half measure,

To expose the wolf 'neath the wool,


Time to expose your lies for half truths,

That you twisted as you thrusted them in,

Dipped in the poison of guilt,

Driven up to the hilt,

The wound seeping sin upon sin,


Time to search and destroy the destroyer,

The poisoner at the well,

To force it back down his throat,

Every last gloat,

Remind him he's going to hell,


To smash down the idols he sets up,

To cut them down at the root,

To burn all the wood,

For the undone good,

The tree that prevents all the fruit,


It's time then to bow now to Jesus,

Time to bow, yes bow down and fry,

You'll hiss and you'll spit,

As you're thrown in that pit,

But no pity, not even goodbye,


Burn then you kingdom of Babel

Burn brightly, burn Babylon, burn,

You've spent your entire,

Time setting people on fire,

And finally It's now your turn,


It's the end of the year of God's favour,

It's time to call in all grudges and debts,

He's kept his account.

He knows the amount,

I think you'll find it's you that forgets,


The end of the year of his favour,

The great, terrible day of the Lord,

His tool belt includes,

All the tools he will use,

The Fork, the Hammer, The Sword,


He's held it all back for so long now,

His anger is stored like a flood,

On the day it's poured out,

Don't be about,

On the day of the vengeance of God,


He's held it all back for so long now,

Stored up his wrath like a flood,

Against every misdeed,

And action of greed,

The only thing that can save is Christ's blood,


Burn for the blood that you've spilled

Burn then Babylon burn,

Burn for the lies,

Let your smoke fill the skies,

Burn now for the love that you spurned.



 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bmrts8y663A&list=TLPQMTYxMDIwMjCydT2r_ilFOw&index=3





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