THE METALS IN THE PHONE TESTIFY

THE METALS IN THE PHONE TESTIFY

[INTRO]

The phone lit up.

The metals began speaking.

Not as gods.

As witnesses.

Habakkuk stood in the smoke:

Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood.

[VERSE]

I am lithium, light little flame in the battery’s belly, I carry your morning through glass when your thumb moves heavy, I hold charge for the child doing homework and the man chasing envy, but I groan when my power feeds lust, rage, lies and frenzy,

I am cobalt, blue ghost from the Congo ground crying, Kolwezi dust on my tongue where the poor keep mining, artisanal pits with the earth-wall sliding, children too near where the world keeps buying,

I am cobalt, I should serve healing and light, but they bend me through batteries for screens in the night, I hear Habakkuk asking why violence stays bright, woe to the city built with blood in its pipes,

I am nickel, hard shine in the cell’s ambition, they want longer life from my charged composition, I wanted endurance, but I watch addiction, endless scrolling dressed up like mission,

I am manganese, quiet in the chemical choir, stabilising power while the hand wants fire, I sit in the battery where desire gets higher, and nations labour in flame for the buyer,

I am copper, red river through circuit and vein, I carry the signal through pleasure and pain, I run under boards where the messages rain, but I cannot cleanse what the thumbs contain,

I am gold, thin crown on the contact point speaking, royal little layer where the electrons keep leaping, they call me precious while the poor keep bleeding, and idols get plated while the heart stays needing,

I am silver, bright witness in solder and trace, quick with the current, clean in the race, but I have watched holy faces disappear in the glass-space, traded for comments, filters and face,

I am tin, melted small into the joints of the machine, joining the parts where the unseen gets seen, but I know conflict routes where the paperwork looks clean, and a town can be founded by iniquity’s dream,

I am tantalum, from coltan, capacitor heart, holding the charge where the pulses start, tiny black bead doing disciplined art, while eastern Congo carries a wound in the dark,

I am tungsten, dense little hammer in the vibration, buzzing your pocket with digital temptation, I was made for weight, but I became notification, a tiny false trumpet for the attention nation,

I am aluminium, body and shell, light grey skin where the brand names dwell, polished like future, cool like spell, but I cannot tell you who escaped from hell,

I am iron, screw, frame, shield, magnetic bone, I hold small kingdoms in a device-sized throne, but every empire rusts when the Lord calls home, and no metal survives judgement alone,

I am neodymium, rare-earth voice in the speaker, magnetised breath for the song and the preacher, I can push sound for truth or for fever, but I am creature, not saviour, not teacher,

I am dysprosium, hidden in heat and magnetic tension, helping small forces keep their intention, but I hear children named as market extension, when greed turns matter into blood-built invention,

I am indium, glass-path ghost in the touchscreen glow, transparent conductor where the finger trails go, I let the image respond like it knows your soul, but I cannot make broken sinners whole,

I am gallium, signal in the radio’s whisper, compound servant where the waves move quicker, I carry voices through air made by Scripture, but I cannot make dead hearts listen,

I am silicon, not metal but dust with a pulsing grammar, chip-stone carved under human glamour, logic in lattice, command and answer, but I am sand, not Lamb, not ransom,

we are the metals, extracted and melted, pressed into phones where the world gets tilted, we were made by the Lord, not cursed when created, but fallen hands bend good matter toward hatred,

we have carried Bible apps and funeral calls, Gospel songs and violence in malls, homework, prayers, blackmail, porn, fraud, all in one slab while the user walks tall,

we have seen mums text sons, pastors pray, nurses call homes in ICU grey, children learn maths, lonely souls say hey, then the same bright glass becomes Babylon’s gate,

we have watched slander fly faster than mercy, watched envy get dressed as lifestyle firstly, watched lust take children into algorithms early, watched outrage baptised as justice unworthy,

Habakkuk cries from the watchtower burning, how long shall violence keep returning, why does destruction look profitable turning, why do the nations exhaust themselves earning,

woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, woe to the market that calls mud good, woe to the feed that makes cruelty flood, woe to the hand that will not seek God,

because the issue is not copper, cobalt or tin, the issue is Adam reaching again, taking the fruit, naming the sin, hiding from God with a screen-lit grin,

Christ made the metals, Christ made the mine, Christ made the atoms and the laws that bind, Christ owns the circuitry, power and time, every rare earth and every design,

He entered creation, not as extraction, not as a brand with a market reaction, not as a system of polished distraction, but Word made flesh in holy compassion,

real wood, real nails, real blood from the Saviour, real wrath carried for the rebel and traitor, real tomb sealed, real stone, real later, third day glory, death lost its paper,

He died for our sins according to Scripture, was buried in silence, stone like a fixture, disciples scattered, hope losing its picture, then rose bodily, grave lost grip quicker,

so let the phone become witness, not master, let every metal confess disaster, let cobalt cry from the pit and the plaster, let gold bow down to the true Everlasting,

not your lithium, not your cobalt, not your copper, not your gold, not your rare earth, not your touchscreen, not the network you hold,

only Jesus Christ can save.

Creator of matter, Judge of the market, Redeemer of sinners, Lord over the metals in the phone.

[OUTRO]

Use the tool.

Do not worship the tool.

Hear the lament.

Open the Scriptures.

Repent
and believe the Gospel.