The "Open Minded" Tight-Rope
(of modern pluralistic relativism)

Tight-rope walkers we are
Believing lies and living pretence
Trampling the tulips of our innocence
As we tip toe the fence

Yet will I declare to you my open mind
Shout my hollowness from the roof
Welcome all but the living God
Filter nothing but the truth

My home, full of ghosts
Delusions are its rafters
Deception, my favourite host
Weaver of disasters

Woe to me, in all my pain
Heart and soul lay waste in the bog
Conscience seared, severed and slain
By rejecting Him, the Son of God

And when the light of life departs me for good
And I hurtle to the ground
Then will I have understood
The nothingness I have found