J.T. Banks - The Consequence of Misinterpretation

Why do the nations rage? Why do the peoples plot in vain?
There’s nothing left for me to say. Once again, you’ve dug your own grave
Shut up. Sit down. Brace yourself like the man you think you are
Tell Me once more where you were when I made the stars


Patiently
Silently
Bearing all the brunt you put on me


The consequence of misinterpretation
The insolence of misrepresentation
The arrogance to dismiss what’s been known through the ages
Who can stand on the day when God has had enough?


Yet again you open your mouth just to put more words into mine
Right now, this tree is green, but what’ll happen when it goes dry


Patiently
Silently
Putting up with all your falsity
Until now


The consequence of misinterpretation
The insolence of misrepresentation
The arrogance to suppress what’s been known through the ages
Who can stand on the day when God has had enough?


I am patience personified
Slow to anger, abounding in love
Knowledge absolute and wisdom galore
I am the anchor for the universal ought
So if I gave you two, would you still ask for three?
Or would you bite the hand that feeds?
Two-sided mouth I can’t hear anymore
Tell Me, when do you think my hourglass will finally run out


The consequence of misinterpretation
The insolence of misrepresentation
The arrogance to suppress what’s been known through the ages
Who can stand on the day when God has had enough?
Had enough
Had enough
Had enough