Hello, my name's Christophany
I'm here to start the lift off; we
Are primed with epistemology
That's tonally probably inaudibly flawless:
We got this
He's God this
However often He thoughtfully
Splits the sea, theophany
We can't plea for anomaly
And wait to see theology;
That's why we're trapped in cacophony
It's spirituality's sodomy
Meritocracy's falsity
You probably learned in homily… Hah
We cautiously solemnly
Loftily doggedly
Teed our balls up to shoot...
For philosophy?
No
It's dawned on me religiosity's
Hypocrisy with no Fathering
It's mediocrity
No apology
Structure replaces unity
Ruefully fleeing community
While God is there inside of me?
We got to start thinking vertically!
What do I mean? Let me set the scene:
You're Hercules
Lawfully laudably
Lugging The Frogs, BC
To Pharaoh's seat
See the comedy
Aristophanes?
The twelve plagues ain't Greek mythology no more
They're history's ministry prophesy
Instead of brutality, it's making the blind see
It's curing encephalopathy:
Our job ain't to haulage college knowledge
About Saul of Tarsus's homage
It's breaking from bondage
It's abolishing your fallage
No more Socrates mythologies;
Sophistry, that's blasphemy;
Apostasy; awfully honestly
Wrongfully agony
To think we have no authority…
If your priority's theology
Not Christ the King
You'll trip up on theogony
Like majority's progeny;
Dorothy
Leaving Kansas without warranty
In a sorority that' gossiping
Instead of honestly happily
Sapping out paucity
Faultlessly solving colony's dishonesty…
Like a family with a deity
Instead of philosophy's bureaucracy;
A democracy of solitary aristocracy
Until you see His monarchy
You'll live and breathe
But die in the sea
Because when oceans rise, your theology
And theocracy can't set you free
Resurrection
That's your fee
And it's paid already
And prayed up
Stayed up
All night in Gethsemane
All white for the wedding
All right like it's Redding
And tight with the Son setting
Our sins down in the grave
Where they belong and sing the song
Of the brave
That goes; “I am Christophany.”
Like Sampson's swift psalmistry
In this tree of knowledge where even
Goliath sees He owes God an apology
That's enough ontology I'll ever need
Because Jesus Christ wasn't etymology
Afraid of immorality
Saucily tossing rocks at society
Obsessed with dishonesty, no
He was an abnormality
Irrationally ravishing partiality
Incautiously cautioning auctioning of
Doctrines proctoring inequality
His spirituality romantically liberates musicality;
Opacity in intimacy, instead of the Pharisee's “berates…”
His hate is loving emphatically
Don't be a Pharisee:
(Cut: mortality's lethality
There's no vitality in normality's neutrality mentality in this sodality
The externality of neutrality is ban*lity, yeah, you see)
Practicality's not Christianity
Systematically's not Christ
I mean, immortality's not the dream
And mere thinking's not the way to get there
It's got to be more than a set of beliefs, yo
Than theatrically rationing conditional clemency, no;
Conformity's deformity's informally boring
A holy moly hole in the horrible enormity of uniformity; minority's not a gourmet tea
But, radically drastically waying fallacies from baptistries is
Agony when Sadducees' prophecies say your sanctity's apostasy…
If Christ didn't set us free
Who are we?
Jesus finished us on the tree
Sin's got no residency, at least for me
Because freedom is a part of me
Yeah… I am a Christophany;
The expressed image of Christianity
The Prodigal Son, blind to see
Calamity made capacity
Brutality to liberty
Ephemerality to immortality;
A new mentality of sanity that's validly vanity
About a slave become son
About someone given a shot
And you're behind the gun
Pull the trigger. Pop
Don't get caught up in scholarly panoply of poverty, properly somber malarkey;
Of scrutiny, a mutiny against Newton's seed that said things go up
Don't buy the lunacy of disunity that's usefully fluent in crudity from demonic promiscuity that looks less like bestiality and more like bibliomancy
The idea that immunity stupidly's nudity's eulogy fruitless to euphony truthfully truant of trinity:
Reputably wrong
Professors and theologians can preach but
Take a seat watch the fete's feet's feats teach
A humblebee bumblebee dumb old beat humility;
Acuity inexcusably ceases opportunely
In tune with Fibonacci:
Like numbers an infinite simile
Abysmally
It's all about proximity
Near to virginity;
We're made clean
I mean, please don't deny this scheme;
Like Marley's three birds you can gawk at a hawk from a walk away
Call it a sock and pray, but it's all talk, and until the day
You see for yourself the flock you're mocking and shocking;
I'd be careful, bae
You might be playing the croc. The monster of lark
The man in the dark
Feat on the lark and breathe in before d**h do you part
All the “heathens” in the heart that you stabbed
Sounds like a bad idea to me
How about instead of wasting time spewing hate at other Christians, much more your missions
You go make something of yourself;
Gimme some distance
You're on a mission
Please would you listen
Christ ain't a fiction
Why don't you glisten
With love in the place of being anger, reactive
Self-righteousness really isn't attractive
I can't explain the vain ban*lity, lethality
Fatality of dismally formally ignoring the Supremacy of God, and lazily calling the will of God mendacity;
What if we shook hands with “I am Love, I am Good,”
And ran with it, instead of trying to build walls of cities
In fashions and factions and He never intended?
What if we decided Jesus is the only thing worth knowing and we stopped lying to ourselves that we know anything else?
Christianity's not philosophy or religiosity it's Christophany:
We're the demonstration, the explanation to the nations
That hate and fate's duration's cessation's His dictation
Our donation is our Foundation of Salvation
Stop worrying about liturgies
Start following the Prince of Peace;
The King of Kings
Because you are a Christophany