My faith, hope, and love for my fellow human beings inspired me to write a song and sing about how we need THE Truth…

…but the world doesn’t care.

Have you ever taken an early Sunday morning drive when it felt like the rest of the world was still inside eating breakfast? And didn’t that morning feel peaceful and full of quiet assurance?

This morning my wife and I took a drive like that. From the tiny town where we’re currently staying, we found a back road higher up on the mountain slope and drove over to the next town…not quite as tiny, but still small. On the way I mentioned how it amazes me that all human beings can’t just be content and satisfied with their lives. It sickens me how some people feel a deep-down, dastardly need to rule over others.

I know you, my wonderful readers, realize we have a very short time here on planet earth. There’s a one-to-one ration of births to deaths. No one gets out of this life any other way. So, given that fact, can’t we just do unto others as we’d like them to do to us? I know it’s an old-fashioned idea, but it’s still the truth…and like I said…we need the truth. And, of course I’m talking about THE Truth found in the person of Jesus.

Oh no…there he goes again thumping his Bible at me.

Well, let’s put it this way…if there is no absolute standard of truth…then there are about 7 billion versions of it. That’s called chaos and confusion. God is not the author of confusion. His Truth is crystal clear and health to your bones and spirit. That’s why we need the Truth. Here’s my song about it…

How Long Till

How long till we see the vengeance?
How long till You make things right?
Lord, how long till the trumpet blows
And calls us into flight?

How long till we see the Savior?
How long till the end of night?
How long till Your trumpet blows
And takes us out of sight?

We need the Truth! The world doesn’t care.
They can’t see design; though it’s everywhere.
No absolutes, and they’re absolutely sure.
They worship time and bow down to chance.
They give themselves up to circumstance.
I have to say I don’t comprehend the allure.

 (repeat chorus)

Our bodies ache; You can hear the groans.
We twist Your words into sticks and stones
And wield them around like giants in a trance.
This posturing while the world looks on
Just makes them ask where our minds have gone,
And I don’t blame them; it’s such a silly dance.

(repeat chorus…inst…repeat chorus to end)

© Copyright Tony Funderburk 1999

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