JEREMIAH MOCKS THE MACHINE

[INTRO]

Jeremiah said:
Do not fear the idol.
It cannot walk.
It must be carried.

Now carry your phone.
Ask who is carrying who.

[VERSE 1]

Jeremiah watched the forest fall,
tree cut down, shaped tall.
Silver beaten, gold applied,
dead thing dressed in royal pride.

They nail it down so it does not fall,
then tremble when the priests all call.
It cannot speak, cannot move,
yet men still bow to the polished groove.

Now bring that word to the tech-lit room,
phone in the palm like a pocket tomb.
Rock from earth, oil from ground,
screen-made idol with a notification sound.

Plastic shell from ancient buried life,
copper wire like a mined-out vein.
Silicon heart from the sand of dust,
then the soul says, “Tell me my name.”

[HOOK]

Jeremiah mocks the machine,
dead thing dressed in a digital sheen.
It cannot save, it cannot cleanse,
it cannot heal what sin has bent.

Jesus, open our eyes tonight,
tear the veil from the screen-made light.
Tree of Knowledge led to the grave,
Tree of Life rose up to save.

[VERSE 2]

The feed says, “Fear,” the feed says, “Hate,”
the feed trains anger at the gate.
Racism packaged in clever clips,
envy poured through edited lips.

Anxiety served in a headline bowl,
selfishness sold as “guard your soul.”
But guard your heart means keep it clean,
not bow to every glowing screen.

Think on what is pure and true,
what is lovely, bright and new.
Let the Word renew the mind,
leave the digital chains behind.

This is not fear of tools or art,
it is war for the human heart.
Let the laptop serve the King,
let the phone be a gospel thing.

[OUTRO]

Not the forest pole.
Not the smartphone throne.
Jesus Christ is Lord alone.