Truth Is Not a Democracy

I was six years old in a dusty school Sitting on a wooden stool Teacher put a number on the wall Asked the class to make the call Every hand went up for the lie Like a flock of birds in a burning sky I felt the heat, I felt the stare But I kept my hand down, sitting there.

Yeah, the crowd is loud and the crowd is strong But a million voices can still be wrong.

'Cause the Truth ain't a democracy It ain't decided by you and me It don't matter how the votes are cast Only the Spirit is built to last. The flesh is dust, it profits nil It blows away on the desert hill Yeah, the Spirit is the breath of life.

Old King Ahab, he wanted a fight Called four hundred men to say he was right They were "Yes Men" in a royal court Selling lies for a little sport "Go up!" they shouted, "Take the land!" But Micaiah was the only man Who looked the King right in the eye Said, "I won't echo a popular lie."

You can stack your money, stack your pride You can have the whole world on your side But when you do the math of the Holy Ghost The one who kneels is the one with the most. Ahab’s army added up to zero The Truth don't need a plastic hero!

No, the Truth ain't a democracy It ain't decided by you and me It don't matter how the votes are cast Only the Spirit is built to last. The flesh is dust, it profits nil It blows away on the desert hill Yeah, the Spirit is the breath of life.

Lord, to whom shall we go? You got the words... You got the life... The flesh profits nothing.