The cracks in the mountain

Oh how heavy my heart

My eyes are dry as there's no tears left to cry

What are we doing?

What lies are we spreading?

Like cancer they grow

Like a river slowly pushing its way down a mountain

Carving small pathways in the rock

Each lie, each falsehood creating tiny cracks in our faith

They push their way down, slowly eating their way through what once was strong

We let our selfishness dictate the path we choose and call it new understanding 

We let our own desires change our beliefs because what we feel can't possibly be wrong

We call it worshipping God though we ignore what He's asked of us

The world is slipping in through the cracks

We're so bombarded by sin that we don't see how far we're falling

Satan is laughing and delighting in the lies that have found their way in.

He whispers and tempts and tells us our selfish desires can't possibly be wrong

Oh how like Adam and Eve we are

Choosing to believe we now know better

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