I deal with people every day that just don't know what to believe
I tell them I've found something they think I have stuff up my sleeve
I know people who'd rather believe that the Bible's prophets were seers
Deceived into believing God showed 'em the thing's they'd see and hear
Well I also know of a man / Maybe You'd call an atheist who'd sooner say
The DNA's helix was made by aliens than give credit to God
Stays content with the big bang / Billions and billions of years past
Now you're listening to this tape of this song with instincts
Your just some highly advanced monkeys / with s** drives and chemicals
Ain't no purpose to life since it's an accident right?
Don't panic just choose a path do whatever's right in your sight
It's interesting to me that everything we can see has a purpose
In the telescopes or the microscopes that where we're searching through
Seems us religious guys ain't the only one's holding biases
Some don't like the idea of the Almighty God searching you
Maybe there's secrets inside that we'd rather keep hiding
Or there's violence and genocides going on
And you think that He's fine with it
A guy just told me I serve my God out selfishness
Cus He'll torment me forever in hell if I never reverence Him
They're militant, vexed with questions as they reject Him
I've got evidence but I don't expect it to sway a skeptic
Cus no eloquence well presented, presence impressive
Can ever measure the gift of heaven spent to settle our d**h sentences
The Gospel's meant to press on you, it's not just an intellectual
In it's essence it's someone sent to die your d**h instead of you
And that's emotional. Jerks your heart wide opens you up
Or else it closes you to clutch to sins you just won't give up
The thorn is poking through your heart, blood flowing out
Psychiatrists and doctors tell you, "Swallow pills to slow it down."
He came to heal your broken heart, rewrite life's tragedy
He wants your love, He wants your thoughts
He wants your clothes so raggedy