Shallow lights barely blinking
Casting shadows without form
All this fighting's got me thinking
'bout apocalyptic storms
Bible counsels we're all dreaming
holding to a paradise
but all our petty wars and scheming
keep our pretty dreams on ice.
I met God on a soundset
Said "You've got some 'splainin', sir"
He just laughed, "oh, child, well met,
when making stew you have to stir."