Divergent Mix // 2 Books

Yo, look up at the Raki’a — that’s the sky, the expanse,
the heavens recounting glory in a cosmic dance.
It’s a narrative, a story that they telling us,
not ontological but active and continuous.
Day to day it gushes speech, pouring out the text,
night to night declares the knowledge of what’s coming next.
But check the frequency, there isn’t any sound heard —
no speech, no language, not a single spoken word.
It’s visual, a silent voice across the earth,
universal broadcast announcing the worth.
The sun is the bridegroom coming out the tent,
like a strong man running races, energy is spent.
Nothing hides from the heat, yeah, the coverage is global,
a rudimental knowledge for the peasant and the noble.
But wait — Heisenberg said it, take a sip of the science:
first gulp turns you atheist, forming an alliance
with naturalism — but drink it to the bottom of the glass,
and God is waiting there when the skepticism pass.
This is General Revelation, distinct from the specific:
God reveals His nature, yeah, the view is terrific.
But nature can’t save you, it’s only the foundation,
insufficient for the healing of a broken nation.

The world is the theater, the Word is the script,
General Revelation, yeah, the mystery is ripped.
But we need the Special, the specific intervention,
to rescue humanity from the sinful dimension.
Creation speaks the power, Scripture speaks the grace —
two different ways that we seeing His face.

Now switch the lens, zoom in, we getting precise:
General is the broad view, Special is the price.
The Enlightenment critics tried to view it with suspicion,
downplaying the divine to elevate the human vision.
But we need the Incarnation, the Word made flesh,
Jesus in the history, making it fresh.
See, the Torah of Yahweh is perfect and complete,
restoring the soul, making the brokenness retreat.
The testimony is sure, making the simple wise,
commandments are pure, enlightening the eyes,
more desirable than gold, yeah, the finest of the fine,
sweeter than the honey dripping right off the vine.
Natural law is written on the heart, that’s a fact,
but the noetic effect of sin made the mind crack.
Our reasoning is distorted, we can’t see it clear,
we need the Special Revelation to help us to steer.
We got the Law of Nature based in creature-Creator relations,
but the Gospel brings the covenant to all the generations.

Who can discern his errors? Who can see the flaws,
when we staring in the mirror breaking all the laws?
Cleanse me from the hidden faults, the stuff I don’t see,
the unintentional wandering away from Thee.
Keep back your servant from the willful sin,
don’t let ’em rule me, don’t let the pride begin.
Then I’ll be blameless, innocent and free
of the great transgression and the mutiny.

Let the words of my mouth, the meditation of my heart,
be pleasing in your sight right from the start.
Not just acceptable, like I passed a test,
but pleasing, Lord, giving you my very best.
Creation is the rock, redemption is the roll —
Yahweh, my Rock and Redeemer of my soul.