Let go of counterfeits
Forget the religious show.
Enter the realm of the Spirit
Enter the divine flow.
For there you will know.
There you will see.
There you will find and experience
Perfect liberty
Internal tranquility
Delightful harmony

Rid yourself of distasteful religion
Remember its origin
That it comes from man
It is no better
Than spam in a can.
Get real with yourself
Mean business with God
For there is a new and living way
For you today!

Jesus is the way
He is the truth and life
So stop quarreling about religion
Rid your soul of strife
Knowledge never satisfies
It just intensifies your confusion
Keeping you ignorant and bound
In it no life is around
It has no liberating sound
Just a confining whisper
A 'Shhh!' to keep you quiet

I say forget dead religion!
Let's start a riot
A riot of righteousness
To free all the captives
To open the prisons
Prisons with stained glass windows
Holding all the saintly seekers
Who have the look of religion
Without the power to keep you

A new day do I declare
For whosoever will
Jesus opened the prison doors
So you can be free
Discern the difference
Between religiosity and reality
Between liturgy and true spirituality
Between tradition and transformation
Between information and inspiration
Between formality and the force of faith
Between 'some day' and this day!

Jesus is the great I AM
Meaning today is the day to celebrate
To get real
To listen to your heart
And truly feel
To awake to the Spirit
To move in the Spirit
To abandon dead religion
And the entanglements near it
Freedom is yours
Cherish it everyday
For many are they
Who don't know the way
These are they who remain
In the depths of religious bondage
Desiring more
But still unsure
Undecided and uncommitted
To discover the way
Unwilling to read the Bible
For themselves today
So laziness and ignorance
Will keep them impoverished
Though the external
Looks nice and polished
Within they are dying
Drying up inside
If only
They would awake and realize
God has so much more
So much better
Yet they cleave to counterfeits
Like dry old leather

Would somebody please
Lift up their voice
Show them there is more
Tell them their life
Need not be such a bore
Before its all over
All will at least hear
Yet whether or not they understand
Remains to be seen
Because the religion
That holds them
Appears nice
But is mean
Not everything my friend
Is as what it seems.