Who today can be tied down, who is restricted by a cord?
Who relishes in their far-reaching freedom, with no website unexplored?
Who pities those, connected still, yoked they can’t afford?
Who’s riding on this runaway trackless train, screaming all aboard?
Oh, foolish man, whose bewitched your eyes, with this false report?
Who’s selling you this 5G lie, that you can be your own true lord?
Do you not see your battery life and how little left you have stored?
Have you forgot all the pleasure signals sent; your soul life you’ve adored?
But when it’s gone, and in a desperate search, who will you move toward?
Who will be your outlet socket, the one you plug into for support?
As the story goes, for all of those, that take it up, will perish by the sword.
The same holds true, for me and you, what we sow is our reaped reward.
So, hear me now, hear this charge, repent and be restored!
Be like our Bluetooth brother Job, who when saw God, himself abhorred.
Be like our GPS father Abraham, who answered a unknown call for his award.
And be like the only begotten Son, who by a heavenly ladder was in one accord;
For He never lived outside His Father’s will, but my, how much He soared!
He always lived a connected life and His own He willingly outpoured!
You see, it’s actually an understated lie, confirmed by how loud they roar;
Professing to be wise, they’re actually fools, the source they have ignored.
For true freedom isn’t a life separate from God, a linked vessel is how your formed.
And because the Lord is now the Spirit, by that joining we can be transformed.