(Verse 1) Sour milk in the temple, worms in the gut, Industry flows, but the Spirit’s cut. Easy bake gospel, no flame, no bread, Pushing knowledge while the Savior’s fled. Micro-expressions flash the pain, But we smile like sunshine in the rain. Body slumped, eyes turned low We forgot what the toes were made to show. (Chorus) From worms to toes, from gut to grace, YAHUSHA walks through every place. Clean the temple, salt the soul, Let LOVE restore what the devil stole. From worms to toes, we rise, we stand Holy posture, healing hand. (Verse 2) Paralanguage trembles, tone reveals, The voice of truth, the wound that heals. Touch withheld, space too wide, Artifacts mask what we hide inside. Chronemics ticking time to choose, Will we linger or will we lose? The infections set in when we delay, But YAHUSHA’s light won’t fade away. (Bridge) Raise your head, uncross your arms, Let the Spirit sound alarms. Blink once for truth, twice for grace, Let your posture find its place. No more leakage, no more rot, We are temples, blood-bought. (Final Chorus) From worms to toes, from gut to grace, YAHUSHA walks through every place. Clean the temple, salt the soul, Let LOVE restore what the devil stole. From worms to toes, we rise, we stand Holy posture, healing hand.
