words and music by shed

i wake to feel a mystery
a rush of fear entangles me
i feel naked in a fallen world of shame
it looks just like another day
another race, another game to play
but i know that things will never be the same

no time to despair or argue your plight
it just isn't fair, it just isn't right
i'd planned to repent, to know You someday
the empty time that i've spent is flying away

i think i hear a trumpet blast
like a big freight train has overpassed
but all you hear is cars out on the road
but can't you hear what eyes can't see?
an invisible reality
that will relieve me of my heavy load

i feel as though the things we know
have about as much importance as a half-inch snow
and the things we do, more pointless
than a compass that has lost its way
and now every time i look around
i see a blissful world that's spiraling down
but that's all that really matters anyway

i can feel it drawing nearer, like a good old friend come home at last
and now i see it clearer and i'm deafened by the trumpet blast
i feel like this could be the end; i'll meet the King of Kings
but will you go there too my friend; to where all can sing?

and now i see you roll your eyes
because you say it's just the sunrise
but the eastern sky is shining
and soon you'll see me flying
away