The Fourth Dimension Preaches

[INTRO]

THE NAZARENE.
Wisdom Drill.

Time is talking.
Rust is preaching.
The grave is not silent.

[VERSE 1]

Clock on the wall got a pulpit tick,
every small second got a sermon in it.
Fresh paint peels and the white goes grey,
new car smell gets taxed by decay.

Metal gets tired, rubber gets weak,
rain puts scripture on the roof while it leaks.
Phone screen bright, then the battery fades,
software begs for another upgrade.

Trainers crease where the pavement bites,
gold still dulls under funeral lights.
House looks firm till the damp comes creeping,
brickwork coughing while the tenants sleeping.

Time don’t shout, but it eats in stealth,
chews through status, money and health.
You can moisturise skin, put dye on hair,
but Ecclesiastes meets you there.

Young face flexing with a filtered grin,
same dust ageing under digital skin.
Muscles pumped, then the joints start speaking,
knees prophesy when the stairs start creaking.

That’s not shade, that’s wisdom awake,
duration exposes what pride calls great.
Everything under the sun gets weighed,
then sun goes down on the thing you made.

[HOOK]

Fourth dimension preaching loud,
time eats crowns and it buries proud.
Rust in the gate, crack in the wall,
you can’t own dust when the dust gets called.

Fourth dimension, hear that sound,
every empire leans toward ground.
But Christ stepped in where the seconds bleed,
rose from death with the keys we need.

[VERSE 2]

Ecclesiastes in a black raincoat,
walking past shops where the adverts boast.
“New this season,” “Buy this dream,”
same old hunger in a brighter screen.

The eye wants more but the heart stays hollow,
tomorrow gets chased by another tomorrow.
Pleasure pours like water through fingers,
memory fades but the craving lingers.

You planned ten years with a five-year phone,
built your throne out of rented bone.
Calendar full, but the coffin waits,
graveyard patient by the churchyard gates.

Hebrews said once, then judgement comes,
no man outruns what Adam begun.
Dust to dust is a legal decree,
sin wrote debt on humanity.

Romans says creation groans,
storm in the field and ache in the bones.
Birth pains shaking the cosmic room,
not just flowers, even stars face doom.

Empires rise with marble teeth,
then weeds grow up through the royal street.
Nebuchadnezzar looked down proud,
then God made beast of a king too loud.

Belshazzar drank while the kingdom cracked,
writing on walls when the scales looked back.
Weighed and wanting, party got thin,
time pulled judgement through the palace skin.

[HOOK]

Fourth dimension preaching loud,
time eats crowns and it buries proud.
Rust in the gate, crack in the wall,
you can’t own dust when the dust gets called.

Fourth dimension, hear that sound,
every empire leans toward ground.
But Christ stepped in where the seconds bleed,
rose from death with the keys we need.

[VERSE 3]

Entropy sermons in a kitchen leak,
mould on the ceiling where the poor can’t sleep.
Body gets stressed and the chest feels tight,
anxiety counting the hours at night.

Time ain’t neutral in a fallen place,
it wrinkles the hand and it thins the face.
It turns fresh bread into blue-green warning,
turns midnight plans into hospital morning.

But hear this twist where the Gospel cuts:
the Timeless One walked into dust.
The great I AM took human breath,
entered our clock and headed for death.

Jesus knew hunger, grief and scars,
Lord of the galaxies under our stars.
He who made time heard the rooster cry,
stood before judges He formed from the sky.

Nails in His hands, wood on His back,
blood on the timeline, mercy attacked.
Sin got charged to the spotless Son,
darkness thought that the war was won.

Buried in stone, real flesh, real grave,
not myth, not mood, not metaphor haze.
Third day thunder in the garden air,
death checked the tomb and the Lord was not there.

That’s resurrection, not self-improvement,
grave got broken by divine movement.
New creation in the risen King,
time met Christ and lost its sting.

[FINAL HOOK]

Fourth dimension preaching loud,
time eats crowns and it buries proud.
Rust in the gate, crack in the wall,
you can’t own dust when the dust gets called.

Fourth dimension, hear that sound,
every empire leans toward ground.
But Christ stepped in where the seconds bleed,
rose from death with the keys we need.

[OUTRO]

Rust will preach.
Clocks will warn.
Bodies fade.
Christ is born.

Christ has died.
Christ is risen.
Repent and believe.
Time is not prison.