Haggai 2

Walls are crumbling dust in the air

They chase their gold but they don't care

Empty pockets but they still stare

At dreams they build that lead nowhere

Why you plant but the harvest fades

Drink your fill but thirst invades

Chasing winds through endless trades

Foundations crack the truth decays

Brick by brick what's the cost

When the soul is what you've lost

You sow the seeds but reap the drought

The harder you push the less works out

Build your mansions the finest route

But your soul's in famine there's no doubt

Paneled ceilings won't hide the void

Houses crumble dreams destroyed

Seek the temple not decoys

Prioritize what fills with joy

Foundations first rebuild the heart

Before the walls before the art

What really matters plays its part

Foundations first rebuild the heart

Brick by brick you stack your gold

But your house is empty your fire’s cold

Chasing the shine you lose the glow

Building your castle but where's your soul

Winds blow hard your roof won't stay

Holes in your pockets dreams decay

You plant the seed but it don't grow right

What's the point of riches in a starless night

You crave the harvest but the fields stay bare

The rain won't fall and the sky don't care

You hustle for bread but it turns to dust

Trust in the wrong things and they'll break your trust

The paneled walls they can't keep you warm

A hollow home won't survive the storm

Lift the eyes let the work begin

The house of the Lord is where we win

Not in gold not in stone

Find the glory in the cornerstone

Consider your ways what's the cost you pay

Foundations cracked you've gone astray

Build the temple let the spirit blaze

Consider your ways oh consider your ways

Dust settles on dreams deferred, walls standin' low

Years we chased the shimmer, let the true fire go.

"Consider your ways," the prophet's words ignite,

Empty barns and scattered seed, in fading candlelight.

We built our roofs, paneled in pride, while God's house lay bare,

Now the harvest dwindles, choked by doubt and care.

Shake off the slumber, the apathy, the fear,

The Lord of Hosts is with us, His promise ever near.

From Zerubbabel to Joshua, the call rings clear and strong,

Gird up your loins, get to work, where you truly belong.

For the glory of the latter house will eclipse the former's fame,

Fill this place with treasure, call out His Holy name.

Though it seems like nothin', this remnant we restore,

The Spirit's still movin', knockin' at the door.

So lift your hands, let's rebuild, with hearts both true and bold,

More precious than silver, more lasting than gold.

The book of Haggai