There’s a strangeness in the air.
Crisis, crisis! But not fear.
Knock! Knock!
Who is there?
I’m a shaking, shaking, shaking
up the heaven and the earth:
There’s a falling, falling, falling
Where the tallest ones had been
Like the world has never seen!
Supposed powers are falling
From their lofty secured height
And treasuries are bringing
What was hidden from the light.
And the world is shaking, shaking,
By the mighty hand of God
That is writing, writing, writing
All our deeds upon the wall.
Hope is standing in the rubble
Of the shaking, shaking, shake
Witnessing the stripping, stripping
Of the multi layers of fake.
And the hand of God is writing
All our deeds upon the wall
While powerful knees are bending
To the greatest ONE of all.
I am stripping and removing
All the shaken, shaken, shakes
So unshakable could stand
In the desolated land.
They are bringing, bringing, bringing
Gold and frankincense and myrrh
But material things are falling
In the grimness of the hour.
Hope takes comfort in the shaking
Of the structures of the world!
There’s a beauty in destruction
Stripping, falling, stripping, stripped
To reclaim, rebuild, restore
His kingdom with plumb-line
That can never never falter:
Precious treasure to encounter
From the hand of our Creator.