A misdirection, lost in all this desperation...
It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry and poor and deserted are found
Are you discontented? Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in.
Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing
Are there any left who hasn't kiss the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?
Does justice never find you? Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?
And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
While not written with Easter in mind, I find that it pretty accurately reflects the events, the appearance, and the mood of that first Good Friday. It was a day in which apparent darkness belied the light that was coming. A day where apparent defeat was transformed into victory.
The sky fell down and the hungry and poor and deserted were found.
Justice did find us, the wicked did lose.
And nothing was ok until the world caved in.
