Apostle Aaron

[Intro]What kind of fast will you choose? [Spoken] [Verse 1]Don’t hold back, bellowBrass tacksTell themTell my peopleAaron, mouthpieceDon’t stutterCall out rebellion—tell them they land in hellCall out the sinSomething ain’t rightRighteous on the outsideI’m looking inHearts forsakenSin aboundsAnother round of fastingTo get what you want [Interlude] [Verse 2]You call that fasting?PleaseYou do as you pleaseCan’t even be bothered to fall on your knees and prayYou cannot fast as you do todayAnd expect anythingPrayers don’t rise without the key ingredientWhere is your obedience?Religious activity calling itself holyOnly a day, gorging yourself on a pie made of your own prideCalling it humbleNot a fastGrumbling, stomach rumbling, and you feel entitled to lie downTrading sackcloth and ash for a pat on your own backYou call this a fastA day acceptableSo susceptible to sin, seeking sympathySo sanctimoniousIt’s time we discuss thisLet’s talk [Verse 3]Is it loose women or loose chainsThe only yoke being broken is eggsIt’s all scrambledYou call yourself oppressed when there’s no place to parkEven though your cart is fullYou pass hungry men on the way to the carWanderers wondering where the real ones areDoes closing a laptop count as clothing the nakedIs anything sacred anymore One thingMy sonMy flesh and blood [Short Interlude] [Verse 3b]Aaron, tell themShow themLet your light break forth like the dawnCome on, sonHealing is comingRighteousness is becoming who you areI am behind youWhen you call, I answerWhen you cry, I say—here I am [Interlude] [Verse 4]So fastBreak yokesFree peopleStop pointing fingers and lend a handYou are not all talk—you are my sonSpend yourselfCash inFeed my sheep until the oppressed are satisfiedWipe the tears from their eyesAaronYour light rises in the darknessI guide you alwaysKeep looking for ways to serveForget the fameA forty-day fast, and I am the one who strengthens your frameFast into your new name, AaronYour new truthAnd you will never be the same [Final Verse]I call you to be holyWhat kind of fast will you choose?Breaking chainsOr breaking my heartDelighting in SabbathOr chasing mammonWalking your own wayOr surrenderingDay by day Our rally cars in gear We are not idlingYou find joy in meRiding together in triumphNot a fast, but a feastIf you are willing to serve the least of these For the mouth of the Lord has spoken