The days pass like clouds 

I see the years happen to everyone 

Even that 23-year-old in the obituaries this morning 

He was somebody’s son 

On Memorial Day, I’m thinking about burial shrouds 

The human condition is on repeat 

You and I are not unique 

All around there’s bloodshed 

It’s even in the thoughts in my head

Don’t they stem from something deeper

It’s true what my favorite artist says: There is no such thing as an unbeliever 

Has anyone cracked human psychology?

Maybe that endeavor is folly

Theft, deceit, rivalry, murder and adultery 

There’s an army coming 

Judgement 

How long till the hills are restored 

Can anyone enter the promised land?

There’s blood stains on everyone’s hands 

Everyone’s allegiance is to a man-made idol 

We’re not more sophisticated than we think 

Yet everyone is yearning for some sort of revival 

I’ve got hope but I’m tired 

Will the light in the sky expire?

How long until the current order has passed?

Despite all our attempts, our sense of justice is just a futile cast 

We need something new 

Can the light scatter these dark clouds?

On a holy hill, in the city, can righteousness abound?

I’m looking around 

I don’t want to be fooled

I’m chucking my idols into the fire – help me 

Before I expire like the clouds 

I want to dwell where the righteous king rules