They move in syncopation each in his shining circle
swaying on an elevated stage
Blasting--bold and brazen--
guitars like whips of rhythm, and a
drummer in his plexiglass cage
Nineteen spotlights flashing
blue and red and purple
changing to reflect the singer's mood
We cheer and clap with every song;
they pull the audience along
for, "Jesus, this is all about You".
But I wonder if we've thought this through enough
"Why aren't the blazing spotlights pointed up?"
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