Eagles don’t need parachutes; they were born to fly
Get hooked up in a parachute, there’s a good chance that you’ll die
Parachutes are made for those, who are very quickly falling
And have ignored the voice of God, and His constant calling
“Come up here to where I am, you’ve been born with wings”
There’s no confusing noise up there, or worldly concerts where they sing
I somehow just can’t picture, that you’d take the prophet there
You’d be really quite embarrassed, with the things you’d know he’d hear
Men and women sinning, and their insincerity
The clothes they wear, the way they talk he couldn’t help but see
All the things he preached against are openly displayed
And all done in the name of God, while Christian rock is played
I’m reminded of past history when Christians gave a place
To the pagans in the city and joined them at the race
The circus compromise where grievous wolves come in
And the church became apostate because they compromised with sin
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