Time Has Passed

Dead Faith's Gravestone

Once upon a time, there was a man, saying to the Earth he has faith
Yet in the bed, he lies, just frozen, I'm asking, "Is there a worth, his faith?"
If some men or women are insufficient daily needs
No clothes, no "cans", nowhere to run, no decent aid for their bleeds
And you just say, "Go forth peacefully, get full of your stomach."
Yet don't give buffet, locked doors, not giving their bodies must have

The true blessing is when you share the blessing with others
After hearing the good news, share it for glorifying the Father
'Cause when you truly believe that you embraced the salvation
In old ways, you must leave, undergo the grace's transformation
And the good acts would be the sweet fruits of your living faith
Not just "good luck"s, then you just sit, your faith is dying in vain

Screaming with joy "Jesus", the greatest name
Showing what they thought is "living faith"
Yet after hearing you're just like a carved statue
Is your faith living? Is your faith starved to tell the truth?
I am here, preaching in poetry with the Book of James
Faith with no actions is decaying, it is on the grave
Not trying hard to do what you've read, that you've grown
There, on the graveyard is your dead faith's gravestone

Having faith that there is only one God, that's good, demons believe too
Think it straight, how can you show that, with your faith, your faith's true?
Tell and show others how can faith without works justify you?
How can others know that you changed without acts to testify you?
Even the Book of Acts showcases the fruits of the true faith
Examine, look at the facts, the nerves root from the brain

One to three, How's chance without air we'll still be breathing?
Answer me, Is a body without the spirit still able in living?
There would be no any chances, am I right?
The body has no other choices but to die
That is how James defined faith without good deeds
In Book of James, chapter two, verse twenty-six

Screaming with joy "Jesus", the greatest name
Showing what they thought is "living faith"
Yet after hearing you're just like a carved statue
Is your faith living? Is your faith starved to tell the truth?
I am here, preaching in poetry with the Book of James
Faith with no actions is decaying, it is on the grave
Not trying hard to do what you've read, that you've grown
There, on the graveyard is your dead faith's gravestone