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

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