Waiting for Release

Where once we lived and breathed in sight
and walked with staff and rod
We now corrupt do lay about
and curse the thought of God

We say that we're not made of dust
but come from acids formed in sea
We say that random incidents
created what is you and me

No other sphere has temperament
No other earth has proved to be
sustaining life in all its forms
Held in bounds of gravity

No other sky is seen so blue
No other pasture ere so green
No other winds did blow so true
No other world has ever seen

The rise and fall of man's own kind
for generations blood and toil
So cursed to not be by His side
and forced to work the very soil

The countless wars and famine sent
to make the noble humbled still
With dust on forehead, fabric rent
the suffering to break our will

But man has ever worshiped gods
whose very hands created
Denying His authority
in thirst and never sated

And yet a remnant still remains
since we were given holy law
To know what sin and error be,
correcting what had been our flaws

And so you may believe that we
are simply random acts of chance
With no divine authority
to ever give a backwards glance

With breath and life you contemplate
the worth of those yet forming
Without pretension demonstrate
and speak of global warming

To think that you could somehow change
the universe you're riding
As if it were a mere construct
of something man's designing

Arrogance is yet unchained
and so we suffer still
The blood still runs from Calvary
to cover those who's will...

Bow in all humility
to know that they aren't God
And worship He who's very path
we are not fit to trod

That remnant will for ere' remain
as we teach our seed
And will forever look to sky
for His return with speed