Firm Foundation - Julian Bronte Patrick Glenn w/ Guitar by the mighty Brian Kendall

The words of false prophets will lead you astray.
There's only one truth come Judgement Day.
No turning back, the mold is cast.
Your future's been decided based on your past.

The valleys are low and the mountains high,
The trick is to climb until the day you die.
It's summit's your goal, gift and prize.
You've got to walk through hell to paradise.

Hear with your heart see with spiritual eyes,
Using your gifts to discern the lies.
Faith is the key, self doubt the lock,
So get your feet of the sands and on to the rock.

Of a Firm Foundation.
Steady your course, set your navigation.
Man's situation, calls for the need,
Of a Firm Foundation.

So many roads but only way to turn.
We're only given so many years to learn.
Who is the Master, who is the Mime.

Your rose coloured glasses,
Keep you blind.

You wallow in your sin like a pig in the mire.
You're chasing the dragon,
'got your hands in his fire.
The Master is calling,
Heed his voice.
Turn your ship around,
While you've still got the choice.

Hear with your heart see with spiritual eyes,
Using your gifts to discern the lies.
Faith is the key, self doubt the lock,
So get your feet of the sands and on to the rock.

Of a Firm Foundation.
Steady your course, set your navigation.
Man's situation, calls for the need,
Of a Firm Foundation.

There comes a time,
In everybody's life.
When the answers that we seek,
Can't be found.

Seems like like staring,
At a blank wall.
Caught in a circle,
We go round and round and round.

Repeat Chorus.

Outro