I was once told this is my Father's world/
The world of God above/
And yet we struggle to live day to day/
Trapped in an environment of hostility, death, and decay/
Where the violent run free,
Given to hate/
Our young men are murdered, and the young women are raped/
Before our eyes/
Yet we fantasize about Benjamins/
Acting depraved,
Living in a world of sin/
Where.. the flesh combats what the spirit attempts/
Brothers hate each other for the color of skin, contempt/
For the next man,
Even though he's from the next clan/
Daughters of Eve and sons of Adam/
..Even though we live in this cursed earth,
I have the attitude of the apostle Paul/
Who wrote,
That our suffering is momentary/
And cannot be compared to future glory/
That awaits/
When the LORD Jesus elevates/
And takes my body and sets it free/
From the death that I die daily/
Waiting,
For this mortal to be clothed with Immortality/
In Jerusalem, God will be my comfort/
He will call me his own/
He will wipe every tear from our eyes, and give me a crown of gold, that I will cast at the feet of his throne/
I must remember,
That this world is not my own/
I'm like the Hebrews walking through the wilderness/
Clothed in sackcloth, trying to find the way like Thomas/
Looking for the land of the promise/
So when I start to feel this world is empty/
I remember it is, and that it was meant to be/
For our treasure is of the next one/
So I live life building on God's foundation/
With costly stones and gems, gold of righteous acts/
Crucified, I carry my cross on my back/
Don't distract, I'm looking at Zion steadfast/
For this world and all its sinfulness will soon pass.
