A silly song, we sang along
It almost seems like nothing's wrong.
No one seems to notice--
As the sky begins to tear--
But never mind, the heart can see
The world dismantled, by decree--
The time has come-- please endure:
The life is hid, beyond.
This is that truth, that shall remain--
The Lord of glory bore our shame--
God's hand it rends the heavens, high
And men's machines, and time.
For what reason do the nations weep?
Dark devices-- delusions deep--
Vain hopes for power all undone
(Denial of the Son.)
Behold
Caught in the snares they set
But the scorned, who followed Jesus Christ
Gathered up, in love.
--Abby Elizabeth Charland