That old familiar fear, that nothin’ ain’t no good

After the last two posts touching on Christian eschatological hope, I came across this contrary point of view, by the haunting David Gray.

Some of the lyrics:

Maybe that it would do me good
If I believed there were a god
Out in the starry firmament
But as it is that’s just a lie
And I’m here eating up the boredom
On an island of cement
Give me your ecstasy I’ll feel it
Open window and I’ll steal it
Baby like it’s heaven sent

This ain’t no love that’s guiding me

…And waiting there in every pause
That old familiar fear that claws you
Tells you nothing ain’t no good
Then pulling back you see it all
Down here so laughable and small
Hardly a quiver in the dirt

This ain’t no love that’s guiding me

 

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