Shane Vreeland

The Wind in the Gallows.

There's no comfort up here; we're not here to impress

With whispers of vanity, but shouts of redress.

Assembled in grief, and anchored belief.

The lights shining on us will demarcate this cage

For the blink of an eye and the turn of the page

All eyes on stage! All eyes on the stage!

I'll ask you now... Why have you come here to look up to man?

You'll raise your hands... Why can't you see this is idolatry?

Don't be deceived... Don't be deceived!

In whom do you believe... For your sake let's just hope its not me.

We are mere men, merely made in His image

Sent for a purpose, not meant for this visage

Not meant for the show; if we show what we meant

By the seeds that we sow - by the blood that was spent...

For that cross was no product; this gift can't be sold

Just lived, sung, and spelled out - both loudly and bold

Behind distorted guitars, the message will hold (it never gets old)

I'll ask you now... Why have you come here to look up to man?

You'll raise your hands... Why can't you see this is idolatry?

Don't be deceived... Don't be deceived!

In whom do you believe... For your sake let's just hope its not me.

We're not here to impress with our heads on the blocks,

But the wind in the gallows holds significant stock.

There's no comfort up here, but faith has allowed

Us to bear witness of Christ to the crowd.