Refine Dust Altars

[INTRO]

THE NAZARENE.
Wisdom Drill.

They carved wood.
They carved stone.
Now they carve code
and call it a throne.

[VERSE 1]

Isaiah saw the craftsman cut,
tree came down and the axe got stuck.
Half in the fire for a warm night meal,
half got carved into “god” with zeal.

Same block burning, same block bowed,
one side smoke and one side crowd.
Man cooked bread with the left-hand piece,
then prayed to the right like it held his peace.

That’s not wisdom, that’s madness dressed,
a blind heart kneeling to what hands pressed.
Eyes got painted but they cannot see,
mouth got shaped but it cannot speak.

Jeremiah watched that forest pole,
silver and gold on a lifeless soul.
Nailed in place so it would not fall,
then trembling men gave the dead thing all.

Psalm one-one-five with the scalpel line:
mouths but mute, eyes but blind.
Ears can’t hear and feet can’t go,
those who trust them become that low.

Now fast-forward to the glass-lit age,
same old altar with a cleaner face.
Silicon sand in a polished black frame,
calling young hearts to worship a name.

[HOOK]

Wood, stone, silicon, same old throne,
dust got polished and called your home.
Glass, gold, lithium, copper and code,
still can’t save when the judgement is owed.

Wood, stone, silicon, idols fall,
Christ is Lord over atoms and all.
Don’t bow down to the thing He made,
Jesus is life when the screens all fade.

[VERSE 2]

Phone in the hand like a pocket shrine,
blue light feeding the hungry eye-line.
Swipe like incense, scroll like prayer,
algorithm priest in the midnight glare.

Likes come ringing like temple bells,
but the soul still sits in its private cells.
Image gets filtered, heart stays cracked,
false light shines but it cannot act.

Copper was sleeping in the rock below,
lithium buried with a mineral glow.
Glass from sand and plastic from oil,
rare earth pulled from the Lord’s own soil.

Circuit board city with a green-bright vein,
still made from dust in a creature chain.
You call it magic when the screen responds,
but waves belong to the Word beyond.

Data can sort but it cannot atone,
AI can speak but it cannot make bones.
Code can predict what your appetite likes,
but can’t wash sin from the soul at night.

Romans one said the trade went wrong,
creature got praise, Creator lost song.
Man looked up, then bowed back down,
swapped God’s glory for a handmade crown.

That’s the old fall with a software skin,
Tree of Knowledge in a touchscreen grin.
“Be like gods” in a neon voice,
same serpent grammar, upgraded choice.

[HOOK]

Wood, stone, silicon, same old throne,
dust got polished and called your home.
Glass, gold, lithium, copper and code,
still can’t save when the judgement is owed.

Wood, stone, silicon, idols fall,
Christ is Lord over atoms and all.
Don’t bow down to the thing He made,
Jesus is life when the screens all fade.

[VERSE 3]

Bring that idol to the weather and rust,
drop that crown in a bucket of dust.
Ask that screen where your guilt can go,
watch that battery whisper “low.”

Ask that code for a clean new heart,
it gives you adverts and calls it art.
Ask that feed for eternal bread,
it serves more hunger and leaves you dead.

That’s Babylon with a charging lead,
selling false wisdom to restless need.
Golden image in a glowing square,
Nebuchadnezzar with better software.

Belshazzar vibes at the banquet table,
drinking from holy things, feeling stable.
Writing appears on the palace wall:
weighed in the balance, your idols fall.

But Christ steps in where the idols fail,
blood on the wood where the debt got nailed.
Not carved by man, not carried in fear,
the living God drew sinners near.

The Word made matter, entered flesh,
walked through dust with a human chest.
Lord of the waves, Lord of the flame,
all creation bows at Jesus’ name.

Cross on the hill, blood on the tree,
mercy went deeper than idolatry.
Buried for real, then the third day came,
death lost power when He rose by name.

Repent from altars you hold in hand,
turn from the glass, the gold, the sand.
The Lamb is worthy, the throne is His,
Christ gives life that the screen never gives.

[FINAL HOOK]

Wood, stone, silicon, same old throne,
dust got polished and called your home.
Glass, gold, lithium, copper and code,
still can’t save when the judgement is owed.

Wood, stone, silicon, idols fall,
Christ is Lord over atoms and all.
Don’t bow down to the thing He made,
Jesus is life when the screens all fade.

[OUTRO]

The idol flickers.
The battery dies.
The carved thing falls.
The Lamb still reigns.