4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Intro - Whispered, single synth pad]
He typed it in capital letters
Where everyone could see
NOT ONE
Like he was God for the morning
[Verse 1]
The famous preacher had not saved a single soul
Forty years of tracts had not saved one
The man had counted heaven's ledger from a chair he did not own
The verdict came down before the day was done
A brother in the comments said *you cannot know that*
He held the same five points, he held the same hard floor
He said *the Word can land where you have not approved it*
He said *the Spirit goes through every door*
[Pre-Chorus]
And the room turned on him fast
Faster than the room had ever turned
On any man who had stood with them yesterday
[Chorus]
NOT ONE
The capital letters said
NOT ONE
A man with a roll of the dead
NOT ONE
The omniscience of a keyboard at noon
The gate closed in the afternoon
And the brother sat alone in the comments
NOT ONE
The man said
And the Lord, watching, smiled at the small noise
[Verse 2]
The brother had quoted scripture
The brother had not been heard
They turned his words into a strawman
They lit the strawman with a single word
"Repent," they said
*Of what,* he said
*Of tolerance,* they said
*Tolerance of the false is the false itself*
He tried again
The patience of a man who knew the tone
He distinguished. He clarified. He held his ground.
The next reply was the ringing of the gate
*You're offended at grace,* the verdict came
And there was nothing left to say
And the brother sat alone with his Bible open
On a Tuesday afternoon
In a comment thread
On a wall
[Pre-Chorus]
And the gate had closed at noon
On a man who had agreed with them on every point that mattered
He had only refused
To say *NOT ONE*
[Chorus]
NOT ONE
The capital letters said
NOT ONE
A man with a roll of the dead
NOT ONE
The omniscience of a keyboard at noon
The gate closed in the afternoon
And the brother sat alone in the comments
NOT ONE
The man said
And the Lord, watching, smiled at the small noise
[Bridge - Building, synths opening]
But the Lord keeps a different ledger
The Lord does not need a man with capital letters
The Lord saved Wesley though Wesley got it wrong
The Lord saved the widow in the back pew the gatekeeper would not bless
The Lord saves through tracts the institution has not approved
The Spirit goes where He will
And the gate at the wall has no key the Lord has signed
The roll the man keeps is not the roll the Lamb opens
[Final Chorus - Wide, major resolution]
NOT ONE
The man said
And the Lord said *one*
And *one*
And *one*
He saved one through a tract you would have called false
He saved one through a hymn you would have flagged as wrong
He saved one this morning through a page you would burn
The roll is not yours to keep
The roll belongs to the Lamb
And the gate you closed at noon
Was never your gate to close
NOT ONE
Becomes the beam inside your eye
NOT ONE
Becomes the man who could not see
The Lord goes where He will
The Word does its work
Without your permission
[Outro - Slow fade to single voice]
He typed it in capital letters
Where everyone could see
NOT ONE
And the Lord, watching
Smiled at the small noise
And went on saving
The ones the man would not allow
The ones the man
Would not allow
The post that prompted the song.
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