NO ONE ASK YOU TO COME

I've been to all sorts of places,

near and far,

I've met all sorts of people,

strugglers,

stragglers,

sinners,

and imbeciles,

for I'm a child of the century

and as old as the century.

I walked down these streets

and I've seen all sorts,

this Tozer I know,

this Schaeffer I know,

this Machem I know,

this Screwtape I know

but

who are these imbeciles

whose juvenile claims to knowledge

I hear?

who are these imbeciles

who claims to speak

for a high moral ground?

who are these imbeciles

who dare defile Truth

by their nonsensical claim to truth?

who are these imbeciles

who claims Machem as their own?

who are these imbeciles

who dare possesed Schaeffer

even though they have never read him?

who are these imbeciles

who dare to use MY name?

These strugglers i know,

you I do not know.

Now I am watching you.

No one ask you to come.

Now my mark is on you.

No one ask you to come.

Now my mark is on you.

Now my mark is on you.

I AM WATCHING YOU.