Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Keaggy
Listen - time's running out - sand's rushing in
We're coming to the close of our Millennium
And the words of the Good Book read just like Headlines
And the prophecies look like they're coming to pass
Earthquakes, famines, pestilence, disease;
Wars and rumors of wars while proclaiming peace
As in the days of Noah, as in the days of Lot
We refuse to remember, and then blame it all on God
And the words of the Good Book read just like headlines
And the prophecies look like they're coming to pass
Men will be lovers of themselves, unthankful, unholy
Boasters, proud, blasphemers, lovers of money
Unloving, unforgiving, despising all that's good;
Lovers of their pleasures rather than lovers of God
Disregard their mother, disregard their father
Disregard the power of the Lord
And the words of the Good Book
Read just like Headlines...