Psalters Dig It Up
dust and mud comin through my pores, can't find God in
the department stores. So i hit the road with a shovel
and a song, see if i can dig It up before i'm gone
here comes Jesus come to free us hear poor wall street
crashin at His feet
dig it up keep on movin dig it up dig it up, walk on
can only take fence sitting for so long circulation loss
says my heart was wrong, i once was lost but now i'm
found and everything meaningful Is underground.
big shiny advertisements all around my eyes can't wait to
see my Lord tear a hole In the skies. all their wealthy
gods promised me freedom but a middle-eastern hobo Is the
one who made it come.
their tall glass towers giving a finger to God makes Him
think it's time to pull out that punishing rod.
Destruction or deliverance, how's it gonna end? sometimes
you gotta knock it down, so it can be born again
