Doctrine
演唱：Amilcar Abreu(Verse 1)
Faith—some say it’s doctrine, some say it’s divine,
Belief in a God or a structured design.
Confidence built on a warrant they claim,
Or belief with no proof, just a spiritual flame.
But I don’t just follow—I interrogate the frame,
Truth ain’t a whisper, it’s earned in the name.
Aquinas spoke clear: it’s the intellect’s drill,
Assent to the truth at the command of the will.
(Hook)
It’s doctrine and data, sensation and scope,
Reason and history, not just blind hope.
Natural theology, no visions required,
Just the human pursuit and a mind that’s inspired.
(Verse 2)
Religion ain’t static, it’s a lens we refine,
Since the ancients asked questions that echo through time.
Not just prophets or mystical signs,
But the logic of life and the passage of time.
Science and history, the senses we trust,
Reveal the divine without turning to dust.
Faith ain’t a shortcut, it’s a rigorous climb,
Through the corridors of thought and the rhythm of rhyme.
(Bridge)
So whether you kneel or you challenge the claim,
Faith is a process, not just a name.
It’s the will that commands, the intellect that sees,
A sacred debate through centuries of pleas.
(Hook)
It’s doctrine and data, sensation and scope,
Reason and history, not just blind hope.
Natural theology, no visions required,
Just the human pursuit and a mind that’s inspired.
Faith—some say it’s doctrine, some say it’s divine,
Belief in a God or a structured design.
Confidence built on a warrant they claim,
Or belief with no proof, just a spiritual flame.
But I don’t just follow—I interrogate the frame,
Truth ain’t a whisper, it’s earned in the name.
Aquinas spoke clear: it’s the intellect’s drill,
Assent to the truth at the command of the will.
(Hook)
It’s doctrine and data, sensation and scope,
Reason and history, not just blind hope.
Natural theology, no visions required,
Just the human pursuit and a mind that’s inspired.
(Verse 2)
Religion ain’t static, it’s a lens we refine,
Since the ancients asked questions that echo through time.
Not just prophets or mystical signs,
But the logic of life and the passage of time.
Science and history, the senses we trust,
Reveal the divine without turning to dust.
Faith ain’t a shortcut, it’s a rigorous climb,
Through the corridors of thought and the rhythm of rhyme.
(Bridge)
So whether you kneel or you challenge the claim,
Faith is a process, not just a name.
It’s the will that commands, the intellect that sees,
A sacred debate through centuries of pleas.
(Hook)
It’s doctrine and data, sensation and scope,
Reason and history, not just blind hope.
Natural theology, no visions required,
Just the human pursuit and a mind that’s inspired.