Given Over

By Mikey & V

I saw them dancing in the sanctuary,
hands raised—
but eyes hollow.
Singing songs they don’t believe in,
reciting verses like spells
to a God they never met.

I watched them defend the golden throne
more than the mercy seat.
Quote popes like prophets,
and catechisms like canon.
But when truth walked in the room…
they called it rebellion.

So I asked,
How do you not see?
How do you stand beneath heaven
and still live like God is far away?

But then the Word answered me,
not in thunder,
but in Romans 1:24:

“And so God gave them over…”

Gave them over to what they wanted.
Not out of rage.
But out of grief.
Not punishment.
But permission.

Because when a soul
loves the lie more than the light—
God doesn’t wrestle.
He releases.

So they wear their traditions like armor.
Kiss rings,
burn incense,
call men “father”
while ignoring the Voice
that split time in two.

And I’m left standing here—
watching temples fill,
as truth starves in the alley
next to the prophet they mocked.

It’s not that they were tricked.
It’s that they didn’t want the truth
to cost them comfort.
So He gave them what they craved—
a kingdom without the King.
And now they preach peace
with blood on their altars.

But I remember what He said.
The gate is narrow.
The way is hard.
And few find it.

Few.
Not famous.
Not funded.
Few.

So if I stand alone,
let it be with the flame.
If they call me heretic,
let it be because I carried the sword He came to bring.
And if I’m rejected—
may it only be by the world He came to overturn.

Because I was never made for their system.
I was born for the Kingdom.
And I will not bow
to the gods He’s already given over.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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