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Sermon in the Key of Wi-Fi (Tongues of Angels Mix)

You got a halo in your profile picture Neon cross and a caption slicker Preaching fire from a folding chair While your kindness gasps for air You quote the Word in 280 Cut it clean and make it weighty But the fruit don’t match the vine And the comments ain’t divine You say, “I’m just speaking truth.” Truth don’t sound that much like you. He said what spills from out your mouth Is what’s been living down south Of your chest — So what’s that noise in your unrest? Don’t let the algorithm write your sermon! (Write your sermon!) Don’t let the outrage take the lead! (Take the lead!) You can baptize every opinion But it don’t make it creed If you’re swinging for the kingdom But you’re aiming just to win Ask yourself before you hit “send” — Is it love? Or is it ego dressed in Him? Blessed are the peacemakers But peace don’t trend at noon Conflict gets the ad revenue Mercy leaves the room You got a plank the size of Texas Pointing out a speck Running threads on someone’s failure Like it’s holy intellect You call it “calling out the darkness” But you glow under the spark And the line between conviction And performance? Getting dark. Would you say it in a whisper? Would you say it face to face? Would you still be this courageous If nobody saved your place? Don’t let the algorithm write your sermon! (Write your sermon!) Don’t let the comments be your choir! (Be your choir!) If you’re praying for revival Why you feeding every fire? You don’t have to answer every insult You don’t have to win the thread Sometimes resurrection power Looks like letting something dead Stay dead. He flipped tables in the temple When the sacred turned to trade So what you think He’d say about The rage-for-profit parade? Turn it down! Turn it down! He was silent before His accusers Didn’t clap back, didn’t spin Sometimes holy looks like patience When the mob is closing in Hold your tongue! Hold your tongue! You can hashtag every heartbreak You can livestream every tear But loving your anonymous enemy? That’s the miracle right here. Don’t let the algorithm write your sermon! Don’t let your ego take the throne! You can speak with tongues of angels And still be all alone Where your treasure is, your heart goes That ain’t changed since back then So if attention is your altar Don’t be shocked When that’s what you worship in the end Before you type in righteous fury Before you draw the line — Ask the question He keeps asking: Is it loving? Or just loud In My name?