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