1. A RESCINDING HAND

"How long Lord?
Will you hide Your face forever?
How long will
Your wrath burn like fire?"

Why does he suffer us for so long?

"Should we sin on now so
That grace should abound?"
I know the answer
Yet I had ignored it

Why does he seek out
They so entangled

Why does he suffer me so long?

"Should we sin on now so
That grace should abound?"
I know the answer
Yet I still ignore it

I see the long indifferent
Stare turning to desolation
Long does he suffer
Long does he await

Can we really be surprised
When our indifference is met
With a rescinding hand
And the shattering of altars?

Long does He suffer
And many still will
See His grace reveal
But He is not mocked
How long will He, then?
When will this end?
Many times before
Another callous horde

"Should we then sin on now so
That grace should abound?"
We knew the answer
Yet here we continue

Here we are now
Meet the rescinding hand

Shattered by the altars

"How long Lord?
Will you hide Your face forever?
How long will
Your wrath burn like fire?"


2. THE CLOSEST PLACE TO NOTHINGNESS

Why do we tarry, and hope for chance
Do we seek glories abundant?

How many chances doe we deserve
Truthfully not even the one
How many chances do we have left
Maybe even less than we believe

Death has no love
Death is not rest
Disintegration

How many chances do we deserve
Truthfully not even the one
How many chances do we have left
Maybe even less than we believe

Son of Adam
Surely you will die
Will you remain
An enemy of God?

Do you hope for rest
In the bowels of Sheol?

The closest place to nothingness

Do you hope for rest there
In the bowels of Sheol?
Do you believe that
All roads lead to rest?

The crucified thief that
Testified of the Son
Not all that live here
Are given such chance