"These are the days of Elijah, declaring the word of the LORD." Apparently we are comparing our own time to the good old days of near-complete paganism. Hmmmm...I guess that makes sense, so far as it goes.
"And these are your days of your servant, Moses, righteousness being restored." Apparently there is movement afoot to alter the spelling of J-O-S-I-A-H to something more like M-O-S-E-S.
"And though these are days of great trial...". Apparently, in spite of our worship-song ecstasy, we are being tormented by someone. We are being oppressed. I'm not sure by whom exactly, seeing as we're not saying anything controversial to the world outside the bubble. They'd love to hear that God wants them to have good self-esteem.
"Still we are a voice in the desert, crying prepare ye the way of the LORD!". Apparently DBU receives very little rainfall; either that, or we are not entirely isolated from the rest of the world. Perhaps we are declaring the word of the LORD in literature. This must mean that secretly there are DBU students people writing books. Or, much more likely, we're talking about politics here. It seems that there is a secret society at DBU which has DBU students (unknown to the rest of us) proclaiming the truth of God that abortion is murder, gays are not really supposed to be legally married. This is very exciting news; we're actually not just enjoying our little Christian life, we're out there working in the secular desert for the kingdom of God! I wonder who is a part of this secret society?
"And these are the days of your servant, David, rebuilding a temple of praise." I'm not sure if there is a movement afoot here to change the spelling of N-E-H-E-M-I-A-H to D-A-V-I-D, or if someone meant to say "building the first temple of praise" and talking about David. In which case they can't possibly be talking about us, since we're not really building anything for the first time.
Today we look at "Your love is extravagant!", which is not a bad line. Still, these are not the days of "Our God is an awesome God" and stuff like that that makes sense. Consider the ambiguous lyrics of the following:
"I find I'm moving to the rhythms of your grace."--It seems likely that this song describes the grace God gives us when we are blessed with good bowel movements.
"Your fragrance is intoxicating."--He needs air freshener.
"Secret place."--Think of a locked bathroom door.
Seriously, people, can't we sing songs that make sense? BEWARE THE WRATH OF LONGFELLOW IF HE COMES BACK FROM THE GRAVE TO WREAK HIS VENGEANCE ON BAD POETRY!!!!