I’m weary with intense suffering
Losing myself to this Love
God’s been busy I can tell
Cause the suffering turns to joy

I am the epitome of scandal
The lowest and least of you all
Deified by Grace and offering
My heart it burns, it burns for you

But institutions burn garbage as incense
It angers Him who sits on the Throne
Time is running out fast for them
Need to deliver this message of truth

None listen, they are dismissive
They’ve slammed the door on His face
He still knocks again and again
They better open the door before He walks away