@TorrentialSilver_47

2 months ago

(Verse 1) In the midst of the fervent crowd, tongues of fire alight, Voices rise in ecstasy, reaching for the highest height, But in the whirlwind of emotion, truth begins to fade, As tongues of men and angels blend in the charade. (Chorus) Sedated by the fervor, lost in the ecstasy, A Pentecostal dance, a mystic revelry, But beneath the surface, a critique takes hold, Of worship turned performance, and truth left cold. (Verse 2) In the chaos of the sanctuary, where spirit meets the flesh, A language unknown to many, becomes a badge of fresh, But where is the interpretation, the clarity of speech? In the babble of confusion, does true worship reach? (Chorus) Sedated by the fervor, lost in the ecstasy, A Pentecostal dance, a mystic revelry, But beneath the surface, a critique takes hold, Of worship turned performance, and truth left cold. (Bridge) Let us not be blinded by the tongues we speak, But seek a deeper reverence, a worship true and meek, For in the quietude of reverence, the heart finds its true voice, Not in the clamor of emotion, but in the still, small choice. (Chorus) Sedated by the fervor, lost in the ecstasy, A Pentecostal dance, a mystic revelry, But beneath the surface, a critique takes hold, Of worship turned performance, and truth left cold. (Outro) So let us sing with understanding, let our worship be sincere, Not caught up in the spectacle, but in reverence draw near, For in the heart's true worship, in sincerity we find, The presence of the Holy, the worship of the kind.

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