MARKING TIME

Two old men sitting on a park bench, their jaws begin to wag.
They’re telling jokes and swapping stories, while drinking from a bag.
They’re marking time. They’re feeling fine.

Something’s coming up around the bend. They feel it in their bones;
but for now it’s once more ‘round the sun, riding this old stone.

Young folk milling all around here. They seldom see the sky.
Their eyes are fixed on their devices. They really don’t know why.
They’re marking time. Life’s passing them by.

How will this surreal drama end? Do any of them know?
We’re all along the watchtower now, just going with the flow.

Looking back at human history…
Choices we make determine each one of our destinies. Selah…

I’m sitting reading from the Scriptures, just looking for some light.
Asking Christ to heal my lameness…restore my inner sight.
I’m marking time. Been too long flying blind.

I need a heart of gold to go with, these sorry feet of clay;
…clearly see the path before me, and get out of my own way.

Something’s coming up around the bend. I feel it in my bones;
but for now it’s once more ‘round the sun, riding this old stone HOME!

We’re marking time. We’re marking time…

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