We built a monument to ourselves
with each extra brick, we laid
our boldness grew
and we thought us better than you.
A part of us thought we were rebels
champions of a self-righteous cause
that only we understood
and any attempt to correct us, we refused
cause we were sure, we knew better than you.
But soon, we realized in tears
we had built not a monument
but our tomb instead.
We thought we were perfect
but the truth could not be more clear,
we've deceived ourselves
whitewashed a sepulchre
and called ourselves good
and called ourselves good
when in truth
we are anything but.
For we were created to be joint heirs
but somewhere along the way,
we gave in to our fears.
Fear not all you sinners out there
the King made a way for you to live again
His Son, He freely gave
to bear our sins and pains.
Our garments have been exchanged
for ones as white as snow.
For once, we're tombs with only death within
now Christ dwells in us,
we are temples instead.
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