WATCHERS TAUGHT THE TOOLS

Genesis six, the boundary broke,
forbidden knowledge in the smoke.
Watchers came with arts and flame,
but wisdom twisted becomes a chain.

Metals sharpened, beauty bent,
stars read wrong with dark intent.
Craft without God becomes a throne,
power without worship chills the bone.

Cain went out to Nod’s far land,
city built by a restless hand.
Music, metal, culture grew,
but murder’s shadow travelled too.

So when tech says, “I am light,”
test the spirit in the night.
Is it forming love and truth,
or stealing wonder from the youth?

[HOOK]

Watchers taught the tools, but Christ redeems,
break the dark inside our dreams.
Wood and stone, circuit, screen,
wash the hands and make them clean.

Jesus, guard the heart and mind,
leave forbidden fruit behind.
Tree of Knowledge ends in night,
Tree of Life is Jesus Christ.

[VERSE 2]

The phone can preach, the phone can snare,
the laptop builds or breeds despair.
The camera shows the poor man’s cry,
or trains the heart to scroll and lie.

Media can wake compassion’s flame,
or sell us racism, fear and shame.
Clips can teach the soul to pray,
or make the child drift far away.

So Lord, set watchmen at the gates,
eyes and ears before it’s late.
Let us think on what is pure,
holy, noble, good and sure.

Make every tool beneath Your throne,
not a master of our home.
Let our craft be Spirit-led,
not by fallen wisdom fed.

[OUTRO]

Tools in the hand.
Christ on the throne.
Guard the heart.
The Lamb alone.