Why do we fall under new flags,
When
human made ingenuity cracks,
As
each new age burns like old rags,
Street
saviours replace the one who took the scars from our back.
So
today the powers of the fallen world,
Define
the faithful orthodoxy.
We've
fallen once again for Babylon,
And
we mourn for unity long gone
When
his banner flies over us,
Why
do we seek another?
And
glorify the fruit of the Earth,
When
it poisons brother against brother,
Forgetting
the family of our new birth,
When
the only banner we need over us still flies,
Blood
red and full of love.
Social
gospel battles prosperity,
On
the cultural battleground of the age,
While
we give into the spirit of timidity,
Leaving
the battle of the heavens to rage
So
today the powers of the fallen world,
Define
the faithful orthodoxy.
We've
fallen once again for Babylon,
And
we mourn for unity long gone
When
his banner flies over us,
Why
do we seek another?
And
glorify the fruit of the Earth,
When
it poisons brother against brother,
Forgetting
the family of our new birth,
When
the only banner we need over us still flies,
Blood
red and full of love.
And
so you tell me the Nazarene would vote for the ending of unborn life,
Or
take a stand against refugees in strife,
Political
rhetoric becoming our good news
We
let the words of the saviour be drowned out by our incessant personal
views,
And
our family drifts apart,
Breaking
his heart,
Oh,
Lord take me to pieces and send me back to the start,
Where
I realise the only banner I will ever need is love.
When
his banner flies over us,
Why
do we seek another?
And
glorify the fruit of the Earth,
When
it poisons brother against brother,
Forgetting
the family of our new birth,
When
the only banner we need over us still flies,
Blood
red and full of love.
