The Spirit

Oh the book of prophesy

Time's end is at hand

The writer sentence to the rock

Sees visions of the end

Write the word that's spoken

Write the things you see

Send it to the seven churches

For all the world, creations heed

And the spirit to the church says

And the spirit to the church says

To the churches give instruction

I'm the way to be redeemed

Shine the light of my induction

Tell them I will set them free

This you have I know it's true

You hate the deeds men of evil do

Like the fate of Jezebel

I gave them time and they choose hell

To the churches now you write

I know your deeds, I know your flight

When the devil drags you down

I'm your defense I am your crown

And when you're feeling on the spot

You're nether cool you're nether hot

So filthy rich, a heart of stone

Repent, seek me at the fathers throne