Idolatry is a pejorative term for the worship of an idol, a physical object such as a cult image, as a god, or practices believed to verge on worship, such as giving undue honour and regard to created forms other than God. In all the Abrahamic religions idolatry is strongly forbidden, although views as to what constitutes idolatry may differ within and between them. In other religions the use of cult images is accepted, although the term "idolatry" is unlikely to be used within the religion, being inherently disapproving. Which images, ideas, and objects constitute idolatry is often a matter of considerable contention, and within all the Abrahamic religions the term may be used in a very wide sense, with no implication that the behaviour objected to actually consists of the religious worship of a physical object.
Behaviour considered idolatrous or potentially idolatrous may include the creation of any type of image of the deity, or of other figures of religious significance such as prophets, saints, and clergy, the creation of images of any person or animal at all, and the use of religious symbols, or secular ones. In addition, theologians have extended the concept to include giving undue importance to aspects of religion other than God, or to non-religious aspects of life in general, with no involvement of images specifically. For example, the Catechism of the Catholic Church states: "Idolatry not only refers to false pagan worship. Man commits idolatry whenever he honours and reveres a creature in place of God, whether this be gods or demons (for example satanism), power, pleasure, race, ancestors, the state, money etc."
William Franklin "Billy" Graham, Jr. (born November 7, 1918) is an American evangelical Christian evangelist, ordained as a Southern Baptist minister, who rose to celebrity status with national media backing of William Randolph Hearst and Henry Luce in 1949. His sermons were broadcast on radio and television, with some still re-broadcast today.
Graham is notable for having been a spiritual adviser to several United States Presidents; he was particularly close to Dwight D. Eisenhower and Richard M. Nixon. During the civil rights movement, he began to support integrated seating for his revivals and crusades; in 1957 he invited Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. to jointly preach at a huge revival in New York City, where they appeared together at Madison Square Garden, and bailed the minister out of jail in the 1960s when he was arrested in demonstrations.
Having built an evangelical empire and organized huge events worldwide, Graham has personally preached the Gospel to more people than any other person in history. His institutions include a variety of media and publishing outlets. According to his staff, more than 3.2 million people have responded to the invitation at Billy Graham Crusades to accept Jesus Christ as their personal Savior. As of 2008, Graham's estimated lifetime audience, including radio and television broadcasts, topped 2.2 billion.
born to serve i cannot see
life of pain trying to execute me
tribulation persecution of the weak
souls are lost just to satisfy the hunger
immortal blood of those upon my hands
seeking refuge the promised holy land
eternity is the price worth the cost
servant slays the master
life is of no value
i worship what i hold close to hear
master, please don't betray me
i pray your words will find their place in me
there i was among the dead
the point was clear as the blood was running red
for an isntant i was alone
a thousand years time refuses to unfold
i worshipped one like myself to put the blood to the test
see me, free me, save me, please take me
i gave you life; you choose to die
but now you're free, forsaken me
idolatry, idolatry
can't you see its killing me the pain inside
from my feelings i can't hide
i chose my fate now it's too late life is gone
hellish memories linger on
i walk alone into the dark
bleeding heart now toen apart
sacrifice the dying one
hell is here nowhere to run
hypnotize and mesmerize
eyes of fire seen in disguise
father grant me my last desire
release my soul from the fire
life is of no value
i worship what i hold close to hear
master, please don't betray me
i pray your words will find their place in me
there i was among the dead
the point was clear as the blood was running red
for an isntant i was alone
a thousand years time refuses to unfold
i worshipped one like myself to put the blood to the test
see me, free me, save me, please take me
i gave you life; you choose to die
but now you're free, forsaken me
The Shadow Of Stars
Fall upon Your hair
I kneel at Your base
Silver Halos there
‘Fort Nada!’
In the almost snow
We call Angels
You come and go
You’re the Emptiness
That was meant to be
The missing piece
Of the Puzzle of Me
The dye is cast
My tired Heart
The dye is cast
Our Heart can last
The dye is cast
My tired Heart
The dye is cast
Our Heart Will Last
We’re battling in
Love’s Full Moon Glow
We’re Heaven above
We’re Heaven below
You’re the Sun and the Moon
And the Stars combined
You’ll always be
Universe to Me
Idolatry, Idolatry, Idolatry,....
A Tree , a Tree,........
The Shadows Of Stars
Fall upon Your hair
I kneel at Your base
Silver Halos there
‘Fort Nada!’
In the almost snow
We call Angels
They come and go
You’re the Emptiness
That was meant to be
The missing piece
Of the Puzzle of Me
The dye is cast
My tired Heart
The dye is cast
Our Heart can last
The dye is cast
My tired Heart
The dye is cast
Our Heart Will Last
We’re battling in
Love’s Full Moon Glow
We’re Heaven above
We’re Heaven below
You’re the Sun and the Moon
And the Stars combined
You’ll always be
Universe to Me
Idolatry, Idolatry, Idolatry,....
Idolatry, Idolatry, Idolatry
You mark me an idolater
Heathen, pagan, fetishist
You don´t see a human being
But a barbaric Antichrist
Safe inside your ivory tower
Of holiness and intolerance
Trapped inside a maze of lies
Such pathetic arrogance
What makes your god the only god and mine revolting pagan idols?
What makes your altar a sacred place and mine a scene of horrible rites?
You eat your god you cannibal so why don´t you look at yourself
Your god a carpenter nailed to wood if that´s not an idol then what is?
You don´t really believe your lies, deep down human you are still
You need your holy fantasy but strength not from within brings chains
You are created in the image of your god but do you think that he grows old?
You claim you talk to your god but do you think the almighty listens?
My gods are so different
They are in my blood
They do not enslave me
Like your tyrant god
My gods are companions
On the solitary path called life
They come when I call
Support me in my strife
I hail to them in my glory
Entrust them with my pain
Call them graven images
Your proselytism is in vain
As the earth has seen the sunlight coming and going (clear and dark)
I've seen my idols coming, I've seen my idols going
One more great gain (my happiness)
One more bitter loss (my sadness)
My losses were always, unhappily, greater than my gains
Lost in this maze
So many pathways to be followed
What's the best solution for a senseless life?
A terrible thing is a man who dies no accomplishing his goal
But the worst is one who lives without it
I hope to get something to fill this void in me
How can I occupy my mind and relieve my life from suffering and anguish
Loneliness and disgust. Martydom and guilty?
What a shame. What a human waste.
Don't say that it's lack of own love
Senseless life of perception
That's the way of living which I've chosen for me
Conjuring the dead and adoring their images
Reality and fantasy confound themselves in my mind
They've nevers told me what to do
Creatures of stone.
Gods, Angels and Saints
They've don't move and tell me nothing either
I would like to materialize all my dreams and adore them
If there are dreams that are worth a life
There are lifes that aren't worth a dream
Christ knew that the human race likes to adore the dead
They were needing a so called God
Thinking of the immortality he died to
Be adored, be contemplated, become an Idol
Candles, crosses, statues and the bible
They haven't God sense for me any more
I'll break all of those chains
Which have hindered me for all of those years
Will god comprehend me?
Please tell me
Will my idols comprehend me?
Help me!
Now, I guess, I'm my own God
Nobody tells me what I shall think and do
Will I be able to walk with my own legs?
During my existence, I've made nothing for myself
If they punish me...
I'm afraid
If that void grows again
I'll regret and die
We shipwrecked ourselves
Two willing castaways, alone
Some things just don't work out
Some things
Idol worship
Is unsustainable
And we worshipped love
Until it wore us out
We cut down our last tree
So long ago
And now we are
Without hope
Some things just don't work out
Some things just don't work out
We have nothing left
All our resources spent
Now I have your flesh
Caught in my teeth
Some things just don't work out
Some things just don't work out
Some... things just don't work out
Can't build these statues/ Anymore
Can't build these statues/ Anymore
Can't build these statues/ Anymore
Can't build these statues/ Anymore
Can't build these statues/ Anymore