A Fun Game

Below are song lyrics I've penned recently. Mull over them for a while, think about how the song (with music) might sound. Soon I'll publish the song and you can hear how close you were.

The Angels Are Singing

This is a song I wrote during the late evening of December 1. In retrospect, I say it is a prophesy of the end of the world.

The ocean is all in a tempest
for the Lord called the angels to sing.
They sang with the fury of a beehive in spring,
alive at the birth of the first living thing.

The ocean is risin' up slowly
for the Lord called the heavens to rain.
It poured with a fury for forty straight nights.
It poured with a fury for forty straight days

'Till the hillsides and valleys were covered,
but the mountains were still pretty green.
The people climbed up to the top of the world
and watched all their lives float away like a dream.

They called on the Lord to help them,
but their necks were too stiff to believe
that the Lord had it well in his power and love
to rescue his children in all of their need.

Now, the sun is so pretty in heaven.
The earth is an endless blue sea.
The angels in heaven sing praises to God,
his power and all of the glory that be.

Just remember your promise to Jacob.
His descendents shall conquer the sea.
They'll rise up in glory above all the waves
and stand in the presence of their merciful king.

Oh, I wonder if the words that I've written
are really what the Lord wants to see,
are really what the Lord wants to do with this earth:
see it consumed by the roarin' blue sea.

For, the words of the prophet mean nothin'
if the people around him don't heed,
if his words don't bring glory to the Lord up above
and magnify all of his wonderous deeds.

Let's go back to the angels in heaven
who are singin' as loud as can be.