Paper god
Some of us have our own perception of truthWhy then does this world turn to a paper god
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false idols remain in a world that doesn't see what's real
They create there own god of paper they can feel
This world is made up of lies and a devil in disguise
Can you see through eyes made of paper mache,
you don't see God in real life
I see a God of Grace, I see you a Father of faith.
I know the tree was your fate. No paper god of great mistake
The wood it held the nails . No paper god ever prevails
A paper god cannot bleed, save the world of sin to be freed.
This world controlled like a machine
living out the atheist dream
I know for sure He is real
because His blood I can feel
He is real. He is real. The truth is paper does not bleed
I can feel. I can feel. The truth that has set me free
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