When nothing’s right then nothing’s wrong,
Objective becomes subjective.
No standard morals, nothing deplorable,
Everything is relative.
Lines get crossed, blurred or erased,
And tolerance is the standard.
What is truth?
What is reality?
What can ever be defined?
When up is down and black is white,
Then lawlessness is law.
Change the time, change the season,
Say its logic, the age of reason,
Turn over power in the eleventh hour,
And don’t ask so many questions.
Just go with the flow,
Walk on saltless roads,
And turn down the lights.
The stage is set,
There’s a hook around the neck,
This scene is almost over.
Then you’ll see, not you or me,
But the One who is to come.
The truth of things, eternal spring,
The One with healing is in His wings.
Dan. 7:25; Mal. 4:2; Mark 9:50; 2 Thes. 2:3; Heb. 10:33
COMING FORWARD 