Derek Webb has put to music what John the revelator put to papyrus so many years ago. Listen to the eschatalogical hope…

This Too Shall Be Made Right
by Derek Webb

People love you the most for the things you hate
And hate you for loving the things you can’t keep straight.
People judge you on a curve
And tell you you’re getting what you deserve
and this too shall be made right.

Children cannot learn when children cannot eat.
Stack them like lumber and children cannot sleep.
Children dream of wishing wells
Whose waters quench all the fires of hell.
and this too shall be made right

The earth and sky and the sea are all holding their breath.
Wars and abuses have nature goraning with death.
We say we’re just trying to stay alive,
It looks so much more like a way to die.
and this too shall be made right

Yes there’s a time for peace, there is a time for war.
There’s a time to forgive and a time to settle the score.
A time for babies to loose their lives.
A time for hunger and genocide.
and this too shall be made right

Oh, I don’t know the suffering of people outside my front door.
I join the oppressors of those I choose to ignore.
I’m trading comfort for human life,
And that’s not just murder, it’s suicide.
and this too shall be made right

Oh, this too shall be made right.