End of the Age

1.
Just suppose
That gods dwell not with mortal souls
That you still rule this age
Head of gold
Humbled by a greater throne
Extinguished in your rage

So it goes
The children clutch their fathers’ woes
Unmindful of the pain
No one knows
How lions stilled and toothless flame
Could rest with the mundane

Ch.
There’s a Lord, Creator, Maker of the earth 
And He knows the days of man 
Holy One of Israel, Saviour, and your God 
Time and times and days and weeks are in His hands

2.
Predisposed
To discount images disclosed
Against the weight of years
Still we doze
A slumber meant to calm our fears
That we might hope in vain

3.
Juxtaposed
A soon return and earthly foes
And still there is no rain
Hope exposed
The tears of disappointment’s pain
In exile still we wait

(words and music: Karl Bailey/Fearsome Bear Music [ASCAP])