“it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God”
-Matthew 19:24
Remember, Jesus Christ used a whip to drive out the merchants, told the rich man to sell everything he had and give it to the poor, and yet we are still acting like there’s nothing wrong with pastors living a life of grandeur?
Welcome to the modern age,
The "Prosperity" stage.
Where the Gospel is a product
But the Spirit’s in a cage.
"Sow a seed of a thousand,"
Says the man on the screen,
While he flies to the Bahamas
In a chrome-plated machine.
Let’s be honest:
Prosperity-as-a-promise is dishonest
And it’s a con artist's scheme…
Selling 'little-god'-lies for a big-budget-dream
There’s a merchant that stands out above-the-rest,
yeah he’s adjusting his vest, he’s actin' like a king
He’s got a "vision" for his life, but it’s just another shiny thing.
False “prophet” pursuing profits, he’s clearly a fake
A venomous viper who says “I won’t fly with the snakes.”
He’s richer than Scrooge, but he still begs for more
“Plant a seed and then God will give you back more!”
But look in the mirror, see those scales on your skin?
You don’t care about His kingdom,
you just want to financially win!
You stood on the stage, blowing us "The Wind of God"
But all he did was blow the smoke of a fraud
The bigger the liar,
the higher the steeple
But private jets won’t fit through the eye of a needle!
The bigger the liar,
the higher the steeple
But that new Bentley
Won’t fit through the eye of a needle!
You made bank, a ton of money off of the cross
Yeah, you’re Checking the sheet, checking your P&L profit and loss
But your profit was good (you false), yeah man you’re on a roll
Too bad you’re on the path of losing your soul
You’re a false prophet just standing up on a pedestal
Making a profit while you’re fleece-ing sheep for their wool!
Thirty pieces of silver?
You would have demanded 10 Million
Yeah, you heard me right,
Im calling you a back-stabbing villain.
Wide is the gate to destruction,
Heaven’s path find only few
So be prepared to hear the words:
"Depart from me, I never knew you."
The apostles were bashed, beaten, and treated like vermin
While you hoard millions off book sales and sermons.
Christ told the rich-man to sell everything and give to the poor
While you trick the poor with hope so you can live a life of grandeu
The gospel ain’t a product, you’re just living out a dream
God's messenger? Nah, you’re just low-tier pyramid scheme.
Your con wouldn’t make in the big league,
That’s why you sell prosperity to the needy by “planting their seed”.
The only commonality of that with a seed
is that you’ll be buried one day in the dirt and DEEP
Christ came to erase the sinners' debts
Not for pastors to be able to own Gulfstream V Jets
The bigger the liar, the higher the steeple
But private jets won’t fit through the eye of a needle!
The bigger the liar, the higher the steeple, but Texas mansions
Don’t fit through the eye of a needle!
You say you need the jet to talk to the Lord in peace
"Demons fly commercial"—says a rich Pharisee.
Look at those eyes, staring cold in the lens
That’s not the Holy Spirit, that’s a hunger for the tens,
The TWENTIES and the BENJAMINS right from out of our hands
Building a house, not on rocks, but on a pile of sand.
I don’t hate you, I just hate everything you’ve done
Capitalized on the grave, pursuing vanities under the sun
It’s not too late to do what’s right, you say earth isn't your home
The clock is ticking, ghosts are circling
So take off that millstone.
The bigger the liar, the bigger the steeple
But Private jets won't fit through the eye of a needle.
You looked at the camera and said, 'I am a little God,'
But you're just a man in a costume, a hollow facade.
Christ sacrificed and then he made those men disciples
But You’re in a different club called the Brood of Vipers
The bigger the liar the bigger the steeple,
But Private jets won't fit through the eye of a needle.
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