Can the craftsman grow a tree?
   Can the goldsmith fashion ore?

Evolution, collision, transaction, erosion;
   Is this to be called God?

Twin snakes around a staff;
   Is this to be called salvation?

Silver and gold have disappeared;
   Paper, silicon, and lithium have taken their place.

Imaginary money, imaginary wealth;
   Worthless in the eyes of the Lord.

This wicked and adulterous generation
   dances around their bronze bull,

Yoked to an imaginary animal
   Made by their own arrogant hands.

All who make idols are nothing;
   And the things they treasure are worthless.

Each wicked generation has their idols,
   Worthless works that they cling to unrepentantly.

Do you not know?
   Have you not heard?

Can you not see that this
   Thing in your hand is a lie?






In whose name does this generation
   Work its miracles?

In whose name does this generation
   Cast out demons?

In whose name does this generation
   Heal the sick?

In whose name does this generation
   Care for the fatherless, the widows,
   The foreigners and the poor?

According to whose plan
   Does this generation move mountains?

According to whose plan
   Does this generation harvest forests?

Can a tree be grown in a day?
   A month? A year? A decade?

So it is with the works of the Lord;
   Subtle beyond comparison, wondrous to behold.

Lost children of Israel, consider;
   Are magnificent trees grown between houses,

Or are houses built between magnificent trees?
   So it is with the works of the Lord.





Lost children of Israel,
   Have you forgotten the Lord?

Lost children of Israel,
   do you no longer seek to know the Lord?

The Lord brings princes to nothing
   And makes the judges of this world as vanity.

Your wise ones and teachers cry out
   “By our will be done!”

And cry out again when their schemes are frustrated;
   They fill the earth with their wailing.

They judge by data and by signs,
   By omens and identity and idols.

There is only one law;
   There is only one judge.

Whom shall be followed?
   Whom shall be believed?





Lost children of Israel,
   Shall you seek the advice of your elders?

They build idols to themselves,
   Prostituting half-truths and borrowed wisdom.

They build idols to the Lord,
   Disguising their shame.

Woe to those who are wise and righteous in their own eyes!
   You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces.

Woe to those who cling to the works of their own hands,
   Of silver, gold, and wood;
   Of lithium, silicon, and glass.

They bow down to their god and cry “Save us!”
   And receive no reply.

Such things are worthless in the eyes of the Lord,
   As they have always been.





Lost children of Israel,
   Shall you call upon the gods of your teachers?

Gods of silicon, lithium, and glass,
   Of omens, symbols, signs, and idols?

These are gods that previous generations
   Have not known, loved, or feared.

Lost children of Israel, to whom shall you call?
   To whom shall you look in times of despair?

Upon whose name shall you call?
   Your elders and teachers have many names for their gods.

But there is only one Name everlasting;
   May the name of the Lord be praised.

All things come from the Lord,
   Trees, ore, lithium, silicon, silver, and glass,

And all things return to the Lord
   in their own time.

The works of our hands are temporary,
   Parts of a greater whole.

But what can compare to the works of the Lord?
   Evolution, collision, condensation, erosion;

These are but aspects of the greater whole,
   Works of the Lord to be feared and loved.

May the Lord bless the works of our hands,
   And may the name of the Lord be praised.