It's All So Artificial

They say AI is coming, to take away our rights,
To take our jobs and meaning, no matter how we fight.
We must join with evolution, and accept it as our fate;
Chip our brain, upload our thoughts, and try to integrate.

A modern-day religion, with AI as our god;
A new high priest programmer, whom all the greats applaud.
They will help us live forever, with our souls in cyberspace;
No sin, judgement, repentance; no god, no saving grace.

This is the prince of darkness, it is his finest hour;
The seed planted in Eden, has grown into a flower.
Man boasts in his delusions, with hubris he's elated:
"We'll turn you into supermen, a god we have created"

It's all so artificial, we do well to recall,
Many gods have come and gone, since Adam and the fall.
Each one had its own promise, each had its own way;
Each fell beneath the sovereign Lord, and had its judgment day.

AI in the ascendance, AI is on the rise;
They build their babel tower, it juts into the skies.
It may have its good uses, and some good may be done;
But it can't replace the Father, and it can't unthrone His Son.

Christians, cling unto your faith, and don't give way to fear.
The day of your redemption, is surely drawing near.
Don't give up your pilgrim stance, it has a great reward.
Don't give your love to man made things, but to the sovereign Lord.

God in heaven reigns today, tomorrow he's the same;
He does not run on batteries, Jehovah is His name.
He does not need an update, He does not need a wire;
He passes through the mighty floods, he rides upon the fire.

It's all so artificial, it can never take our place;
It can't worship the Father, it can't be saved by grace.
It cannot have our feelings, it cannot know our love;
It cannot long for mansions, in a paradise above.

It may someday take our jobs, it may surveil our state,
It may be used by Antichrist, but that will have to wait.
Though wicked men may use it, it may be a mighty horn,
Just look upon your Father's face, and laugh it all to scorn.