Josh Garrels - en modern predikant !?

Josh Garrels tycker jag uppfyller kriteriet på vad en modern sjungande predikant kan tänkas vara. Det där speciella reciterande och pratsjungandet stilen, ligger "klassisk" förkunnelse, nära. Andra ord skulle kunna vara deklamera,skandera, uppläsa - vilket fall som helst så är det fräscht.
Håll utkik efter Garrels - det kommer några nya spår i vår på en CD

Oh great mammon of form and function
Careless consumerist consumption
Dangerous dysfunction
Described as expensive taste
Im a people disgraced
By what I claim I need and what I want to waste
I take no account for nothing

If its not mine
Its a misappropriation of funds
Protect my ninety percent with my guns
Whose side am I on?
Well whos winning?
My kingdoms built with the blood of slaves
Orphans, widows, and homeless graves
I sold their souls just to build my private mansion
Some people say that my time is coming
Kingdom come is the justice running
Down, down, down on me
Im a poor child, Im a lost son
I refuse to give my love to anyone,
Fight for the truth,
Or help the weaker ones
Because I love my Babylon
I am a slave, I was never free
I betrayed you for blood money
Oh I bought the world, all is vanity
Oh my Lord Im your enemy
Come to me, and find your life
Children sing, Zions in sight
I said dont trade your name for a serial number
Priceless lives were born from under graves

Where I found you
Say, my name aint yours and yours is not mine
Mine is the Lord, and yours is my child
Thats how its always been
Time to make a change leave your home
Give to the poor all that you own

Lose your life, so that you could find it
First will be last when the true world comes
Livin like a humble fool to overcome
The upside-down wisdom
Of a dying world
Zions not built with hands
And in this place God will dwell with man
Sick be healed and cripples stand
Sing Allelu
My kingdoms built with the blood of my son
Selfless sacrifice for everyone
Faith, hope, love, and harmony
I said let this world know me by your love
By your love
By your love


Oh my child, daughters and sons
I made you in love to overcome
On your way to Mount Zion
All you slaves, be set free
Come on out child and come on home to me

We will dance, we will rejoice
If you can hear me then follow my voice