(A throne in Heaven sat empty for 33 years)
Why? For what do we strive that will bring us closer
No human deed will show us approved
For two thousand years we've choked on our efforts
Only to lay down and die
Things change, and things stay the same
Through all these trials I cannot compose myself
Till there is a time no heaviness fills my heart
I cannot compose myself
So in all this, there must arise a plan
A strategy to subdue the schemes
For generation upon generation
God retained a silence that shattered the hearts of men
And for a season, all else failed
There is no other name, given
Among men whereby they might be saved
In all these years when men crawled the earth choking on his tears
No composure, nor completion reigned
No self righteous cleansing
Leaning on the strength of self or another man
No human effort can bring holiness or even the strength to stand
There is no explanation for this reasoning
The only thing in life that is constant is Jesus