While trusted buildings collapse, look away
Chairs we’ve counted on, buckle and break
Roads once safe, detours chosen instead
Our minds were down here, now we’re setting them above
Set your mind on things above
We have died and our lives are hid with Jesus in God.
Look away, look away
Remember Lot’s wife
Warn and grab hands, note the time at newsstands, blatant traps of quicksand, desperation as it all winds down
Fires increase, hatred too
Bondage mistaken for freedom, they say peace then ask who are you talking to
Chains are applauded, recommended
Tumultuous waves your focus or heavenly places.