Messengers of Heaven Don Francisco

I brought your fathers out of bondage
To the richness of this land
And they knew and praised the One
Who gave them everything they had
But now their children's children's children
Take their lives into their hands
They put their faith in flesh and blood
And hope in wind and sand

But the messengers of heaven now
Are moving through the land
And everything that's said and done
They see and understand
And if one man in a thousand
Can be found to follow Me
Then for the sake of only one
I'll let the others be

You worship what your hands have made
In gold and steel and stone
As if your souls could be contained
By all the things you own
And you praise Me with your lips alone
And bury love inside
Your hardened hearts that beat for lust
And cannot feel for pride