The Wrong Hill 2 (Border Patrol Theology)

I’m not stressing if you’re right or wrong,

Your ungodly reactions prompted this song.

You mutilate the body (//) and its limbs,

When you malign your kin (//) over minor doctrines.

Calvinism Dispensationalism and Zionism,

Your focus on these isms (//) is creating a schism.

Essentials non-essentials — you understand?

Then why obsess over that piece of land?

Oh, you don’t like my tone I don’t sound like a friend?

Pause this and go read John 3, verse 10.

Turning molehills to mountains (//) minors into majors,

Trading gospel gold (//) for speculative wagers.

We are united in who He is,

What He did and where He is.

But you obsess about God’s chosen —

Promises for who, what, where and when.

Beyond Galatians 3:29

Is distorting your mind,

By pushing what should be in front (//)

All the way behind.

You turn what is mystery (//) into literal history —

Romans 11, Gog, Magog —

That’s the tail wagging the dog.

Your theology is 200 years new,

But I don’t need a fresh interpretation (//) to tell me what’s true.

Yes, I’m referring to Darby (//) and the Scofield Bible —

I thought you knew.

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The covenant’s climax isn’t dirt or in borders,

Your chart’s just paper (//) — but His reign gives orders.

So defend that remnant nobody’s trying to erase,

But here’s the truth (//) you still have to face:

First John four verse two and three —

Now do you see (//) the irony?

You’re running cover (//) for a spirit already here,

For a remnant (//) that remains unclear.

The Seed came the shadows bowed the veil was torn —

Why fixate on some promise still unborn?

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You guard your charts but neglect His sheep,

Sowing division in the fields you’re called to keep.

If your prophecy’s right (//) but your love runs cold,

You’re just a clanging cymbal (//) parroting what you’re told —

No different (//) than the Pharisees of old.