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God in the Box
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Many sought comfort and answers right after 9-11. What they found at my church was only a power struggle among the leaders. The apathetic flock remained blind to the antics as long as their social clubs were intact.
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SKySWiM is the core project name for all musical work by Arnie Stanton. Arnie Stanton has been very involved in creating an eclectic musical blend of classical, electronic, rock, jazz, and other styles. Because of his wide musical background from training and listening, he tends to not stay long with one particular sound, mood, or feel. Arnie creates music meant to evoke deep emotions and strong visual imagery. His lyrics have spiritual overtones, sometimes comforting, but more often, challenging and ominous. He plays trombone, keyboards, sings, and usually talks in the first person, rather than third person tense, as he is doing here. :-) His base of operations is in Torrance, California. The official SKySWiM web page is .
Song Info
Charts
Peak #980
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
Arnie Stanton
Rights
2007
Uploaded
January 08, 2008
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MP3 5.5 MB 128 kbps 5:57
Story behind the song
After further study, we can "thank" (blame) the lust for bigger church attendance to fill egos and pocketbook here and across the nation to Rick Warren and his unbliblical book, "The Purpose Driven Church." This is about my Jihad against my church back in 2001, before I fully understood how they bought into the lies of Rick Warren and his apostate friends.
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What is this solemn game by smilin' all the same? Wear designer lifestyles with pre-approved conversation? So much thought control your means become your end. Between the glitter and the glamour you've misplaced the valor. You sing your brazen song but you're fools and you are wrong, less love in you than a stranger. You put God in the box and stuck Him 6 feet down. Busy planting your seeds yet you wonder why they're weeds. You're the kind who miss the point and rhyme away the reason. You get all dressed up, for your time and your season. Lusting for the pulling strings while you let the harvest rot. Why try and mask the sight of a better way to run? Now that you have been undone will all the blind be free? Who can halt reaction to the crumbling insanity? How could you live 2 lives, not knowing that you'd be judged? What is holding up your head with so much shame upon it?
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