Golden Age

I remember that Golden Age (so far)
Trapped inside like it was yesterday
I remember that Golden Age (so faint)
The Garden in my memories
I'm thinking futuristically

Buen día
Lift myself off the mattress
Ecclesiastes in my asterisks
Every time, I attack today's task list
Ratta tat tat
The depression in my groans
With eternal glasses
Perspective like a pistol
When Christ is on the trigger
My thoughts get delivered
My mind's getting clearer
My soul transformed by the Holy Spirit's fill up
(The Sun still shining)
Still my mind running over
Between Coffee pour overs
And news of my loved ones' cancer
Suicide from my guys
And the demise of this generation's faith champions
Seems drastic
But time be so matchless
Burning like matches
Only one seeing before and after
Is the Master
I'm an artist, but my heart is pastor
The sun's still shining
Christ on my atlas

I remember that Golden Age (so far)
Trapped inside like it was yesterday
I remember that Golden Age (so faint)
The Garden in my memories
I'm thinking futuristically

My God got His hand on me
I see His divine fingerprints
Inked black, intricately
On every inch of me
Like mud stains from sneakers on a centipede
I've found my church cloths
I'm just a thread interwoven in His tapestry
I only brag on his Majesty
Under the council of His canopy
Put me in the choir of His sanctuary
Singing at the side of the saints throughout centuries
My fears of the future
Canceled in God's grandness
What do I care about a cancel list?
If that put me on the same list
As John the Baptist and
The martyrs not mentioned by most modern day Americans
Yeah, I'm ok with this
I know everything I handle
Is in the taps of the ball handler
My providence point guard
Time managing the game on my city courtyard
I'm resting more in Christ's assist
With time passing
I'm tethered by team to Messiah's loving passion
My Golden Champion, 'cuz
Jesus Christ Everlasting

I remember that Golden Age (so far)
Trapped inside like it was yesterday
I remember that Golden Age (so faint)
The Garden in my memories
I'm thinking futuristically

I remember that Golden Age (so near)
Something real deep inside of me
I remember that Golden Age (so clear)
New city in my memories
I'm thinking futuristically
For You
I'm thinking futuristically
For You
I'm thinking futuristically
For You
I'm thinking futuristically
For You

'Cause I see that fog
Like a disease in my soul
Not letting me see you
In full view
But the Spirit
Pushes me onward
To Jesus
Broken Gardens to Your City Lord
Eternity in full view
Eternity is found in You
The First, the Last, the Forever
The Golden Age with Jesus
My Treasure