Propaganda - Lofty lyrics

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God spoke and the formless earth was sculpted

His poetry producing populations, making constellations

With his conversations gazing at his own creation

Proclaiming it was good and there we stood

Fashioned from the dust

With authority He orchestrated organisms and every single cell in every ecosystem

Every creature that dwells

The planets, the plants

The whole expanse, the sky above your head

And the ground where you stand

The clouds and the rain, the soil that soaks it up

And feeds tiny seeds so they sprout and vegetation proceeds

Infinite wisdom intrinsic within him, self-sufficient

Intricate systems begin and end with His decisions Lofty

Out of reach, how he procreated with speech

So it's appropriate for us to be completely in awe

I don't why, still I try

To wrap my mind around You

Your thoughts are higher, Your ways are better

And I'm in awe

So bring me up to where You are

Bring me up to where You are

It's evident in creation that God is the primary cause

The origin of all scientific laws

Everything else is secondary

The very breath that comes from lungs is caused by the fact that God is involved

One must begin with the mind that was given to him to even believe he's evolved

I'm in awe when I think about quantum mechanics and the rotation of planets

And the exact calculation of the universe is permanently impossible to manage

How photosynthesis takes place to perfectly convert the vividness of light into chemical energy

For the purpose of maintaining and giving life

Intelligent design doesn't even begin to define his creative craftsmanship

Any attempt to align the mind of mankind to divine is insufficient and inadequate

It's too lofty and far beyond us that God would not remain anonymous

Correspond with us and out of all of God's creation would become fond of us

But worth, value, and beauty is not determined by some innate quality

But by the length for which the owner would go to possess them

And broken and ugly things just like us are stamped "Excellent"

With ink tapped in wells of divine veins

A system of redemption that could only be described as perfect

A seal of approval, fatal debt removal

Promised, prominent, perfect priest

Brilliant designed system, redemption for our kinsmen

Can only be described as perfect with excellent execution

And I'm in awe, the only one truly excellent

The only source of excellence

We are declared excellent only by his decree with his system

The only accurate response is awe

So we make lofty art

See the presence of good art will unconsciously refine a community

And poor art will do an incalculable harm

Only accomplished in the light of his excellency

It's too high, it's lofty

I don't why, still I try

To bring something of worth

My words are fleeting

They're flawed, depleting

And you're leaving me in awe

Bring me up to where You are, God<br />

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Thanks to Christopher