THE FEAR FEED

[INTRO]Breaking news.Another war.
Another warning.
Another siren.
Another scroll.Fear refreshes.
Peace disappears.But the prophet climbs the tower
and waits for God.Listen.[VERSE 1]The fear feed flashes with a blood-red glow,
ten more headlines in a row.
War on the screen, fire in the street,
panic gets served with a sponsored beat.Thumb keeps moving but the heart stays still,
eyes drink terror till the soul feels ill.
Notification bells like chapel chimes,
calling the anxious to the altar of time.“Look over here.”
“Now look over there.”
“Here comes disaster.”
“Breathe this air.”Violence clipped into fifteen seconds,
grief becomes content, death becomes metrics.
Children crying in a frame online,
then advert slides in with a smiling sign.Habakkuk looked out and asked the Lord,
“Why do You show me violence and sword?”
Destruction before him, strife in the land,
law seemed weak in a wicked hand.He did not pretend that the world was fine.
He took the grief to the Holy Divine.
He climbed the watchtower, waited to see
what the Lord would answer faithfully.But we climb no tower, we fall in a feed,
algorithm knows every trembling need.
It studies our fear, then sells it back,
a little more thunder, a little more black.Outrage is currency.
Panic is gold.
Attention is harvested.
Mercy grows cold.The prophets cried.
The platforms farm.One wounds to heal.
One wounds to charm.[HOOK]Turn off the fear feed,
come up to the tower.
The world sells panic
hour after hour.Peace is not found
in the scroll or the screen.
Christ is still Lord
over everything seen.Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
News cannot cleanse you,
fear cannot raise.The just shall live
by faith, not dread.
Christ broke the grave.
Christ rose from the dead.[VERSE 2]They show you the fire but hide the King,
show you the beast but not Heaven’s ring.
Show you the storm but not the throne,
leave your soul feeling orphaned, alone.Every crisis becomes a chain,
every rumour becomes a vein.
Bloodstream filled with electric fright,
mind stays awake in the teeth of night.The feed says, “Fear.”
The Lord says, “Peace.”
The feed says, “Watch.”
The Lord says, “Cease.”The feed says, “Rage.”
The Lord says, “Pray.”
The feed says, “Drown.”
Christ says, “Way.”Wars and rumours, Jesus foretold,
hearts growing faint as the age grows cold.
Nation rising, kingdoms shake,
but do not let your soul mistake.These are not signs that God has gone.
The throne still burns.
The Lamb lives on.
The birth pains groan, the earth still cries,
but redemption lifts believing eyes.The fear feed loves a soul without Scripture,
a trembling heart with no holy fixture.
No Psalm in the mouth, no prayer in the chest,
just breaking news where the mind should rest.But David said, “The Lord is my light,”
whom shall I fear in the trouble and night?
Though armies encamp and the wicked draw near,
God is salvation, why should I fear?Isaiah heard, “Do not be afraid.”
Jesus said, “Peace,” when the waves obeyed.
Paul sang chains into midnight praise,
prison walls shook in the Lord’s bright blaze.So guard your heart from the dread machine,
not by denial, but by seeing unseen.
The world is wounded, the grief is real,
but Christ has wounds that judge and heal.[HOOK]Turn off the fear feed,
come up to the tower.
The world sells panic
hour after hour.Peace is not found
in the scroll or the screen.
Christ is still Lord
over everything seen.Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
News cannot cleanse you,
fear cannot raise.The just shall live
by faith, not dread.
Christ broke the grave.
Christ rose from the dead.[BRIDGE]This is not ignorance.
This is not closing your eyes.Pray for the warzone.
Weep with the grieving.
Tell the truth.But do not let the algorithm
become your prophet.Do not let panic
become your shepherd.The Lord is my Shepherd.I shall not want.[VERSE 3]This is the Gospel in the anxious age,
good news louder than the panic page.
God made the world, but the world fell wrong,
sin wrote violence into human song.Brother killed brother outside the gate,
blood cried upward beneath Cain’s hate.
Empires marched and cities burned,
idols were carried, lessons unlearned.Sin is not only private desire.
Sin builds systems and lights the fire.
Greed arms hands, pride crowns men,
lust eats families, death comes again.No news report can cleanse the stain.
No human outrage can heal the pain.
No empire treaty can raise the dead.
No expert panel can save your head.But God so loved this war-torn ground,
He sent His Son where grief is found.
Jesus stepped into dust and cries,
saw human fear with holy eyes.He calmed the storm with a spoken word,
touched the sick while the watching heard.
He wept at the tomb where Lazarus lay,
then called death’s prisoner into day.He blessed the poor, He faced the proud,
He taught true peace to a violent crowd.
Not peace like Rome with a sword in hand,
but peace with God by the Son of Man.Then fear itself surrounded Him,
torches at night and the garden dim.
False trial, lashes, soldiers’ breath,
the Holy One walked into death.At the Cross, the sky went black,
sin and judgement on His back.
Blood for the guilty, mercy poured,
peace through the wounds of the crucified Lord.They sealed Him down, but the third day came,
death lost title, hell lost claim.
Christ rose alive, and the angels said,
“Why seek the living among the dead?”Now peace has a Name.
Hope has a throne.
Grace has a bloodline
not our own.Repent and believe, come out of dread.
Do not let fear crown your head.
Bring Him your panic, your guilt, your grief.
Christ gives pardon, Christ gives peace.[FINAL HOOK]Turn off the fear feed,
come up to the tower.
The world sells panic
hour after hour.Peace is not found
in the scroll or the screen.
Christ is still Lord
over everything seen.Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
His blood can cleanse you,
His voice can raise.The just shall live
by faith, not dread.
Christ broke the grave.
Christ rose from the dead.[OUTRO]The headline will change.
The feed will refresh.
The markets will tremble.
The nations will flex.But the righteous shall live by faith.The Lamb still reigns.The tomb is still empty.Jesus is Lord.