The Sentinel

"Same ol', same ol'!", Cries the Sentinel. "He pits the parties To perfect His will In His heavens, And on His Earth!" "I trust Him to do the right thing More than I trust my own judgment." "Same ol', same ol'!", Cries the Sentinel. "Their moral high-rank Is only a Mirage, Tricking a thirsty soul That its way is safe!" "I trust Him to guide my footsteps More than I trust my own eyesight." "Same ol', same ol'!", Cries the Sentinel. "His powerful help- Irrelevant crutches In their blind pursuit Of deceitful wages!" "I trust Him to keep on winning More than I trust my own profit." "Same ol', same ol'!", Cries the Sentinel. "The Savior loves you- But there's no such thing As acceptable sin, Because it ruins!" "I will trust Him and His choices More than I trust my own reason." "He comes, He comes!", Cries the Sentinel. "With Heaven's Armies And all His holy ones To keep His promises For those who trust Him!" "I trust Him to keep His Word More than I trust the Meritocracy."