In all world I go, no matter the choice I make
Still You walk without hesitation
My words might decay and become fake
Still Your words stand without confusion
Truly the bread I need might not be of such roots
For the ground is still and stagnant
And if someone accuse me of falsehood
I shall rest on the verdict of Experience
And if someone praises deception
Well.. I might as well laugh at such snake
A snake cannot fly and helpless
The Eagle of the Lord is just smiling on its prey
So tell me
Whose words do matter?
The words of the wicked oh so humanly tempting
Or the Words of God oh so painfully right?
Vices and wine might cheer you up but the problem is still there
Washing the wound might hurt like discipline, but the problem is gone
A night of bitter medicine leads to sweet morning.
Still You walk without hesitation
My words might decay and become fake
Still Your words stand without confusion
Truly the bread I need might not be of such roots
For the ground is still and stagnant
And if someone accuse me of falsehood
I shall rest on the verdict of Experience
And if someone praises deception
Well.. I might as well laugh at such snake
A snake cannot fly and helpless
The Eagle of the Lord is just smiling on its prey
So tell me
Whose words do matter?
The words of the wicked oh so humanly tempting
Or the Words of God oh so painfully right?
Vices and wine might cheer you up but the problem is still there
Washing the wound might hurt like discipline, but the problem is gone
A night of bitter medicine leads to sweet morning.