Walls are crumbling dust in the air
They chase their gold but they don't care
Empty pockets but they still stare
At dreams they build that lead nowhere
Why you plant but the harvest fades
Drink your fill but thirst invades
Chasing winds through endless trades
Foundations crack the truth decays
Brick by brick what's the cost
When the soul is what you've lost
You sow the seeds but reap the drought
The harder you push the less works out
Build your mansions the finest route
But your soul's in famine there's no doubt
Paneled ceilings won't hide the void
Houses crumble dreams destroyed
Seek the temple not decoys
Prioritize what fills with joy
Foundations first rebuild the heart
Before the walls before the art
What really matters plays its part
Foundations first rebuild the heart
Brick by brick you stack your gold
But your house is empty your fire’s cold
Chasing the shine you lose the glow
Building your castle but where's your soul
Winds blow hard your roof won't stay
Holes in your pockets dreams decay
You plant the seed but it don't grow right
What's the point of riches in a starless night
You crave the harvest but the fields stay bare
The rain won't fall and the sky don't care
You hustle for bread but it turns to dust
Trust in the wrong things and they'll break your trust
The paneled walls they can't keep you warm
A hollow home won't survive the storm
Lift the eyes let the work begin
The house of the Lord is where we win
Not in gold not in stone
Find the glory in the cornerstone
Consider your ways what's the cost you pay
Foundations cracked you've gone astray
Build the temple let the spirit blaze
Consider your ways oh consider your ways
Dust settles on dreams deferred, walls standin' low
Years we chased the shimmer, let the true fire go.
"Consider your ways," the prophet's words ignite,
Empty barns and scattered seed, in fading candlelight.
We built our roofs, paneled in pride, while God's house lay bare,
Now the harvest dwindles, choked by doubt and care.
Shake off the slumber, the apathy, the fear,
The Lord of Hosts is with us, His promise ever near.
From Zerubbabel to Joshua, the call rings clear and strong,
Gird up your loins, get to work, where you truly belong.
For the glory of the latter house will eclipse the former's fame,
Fill this place with treasure, call out His Holy name.
Though it seems like nothin', this remnant we restore,
The Spirit's still movin', knockin' at the door.
So lift your hands, let's rebuild, with hearts both true and bold,
More precious than silver, more lasting than gold.
The book of Haggai
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