Robin Mark - Days of Elijah Lyrics
Released: 24 Jun 2008
Lyrics
These are the days of Elijah,
Declaring the word of the Lord:
And these are the days of Your servant Moses,
Righteousness being restored.
And though these are days of great trial,
Of famine and darkness and sword,
Still, we are the voice in the desert crying
'Prepare ye the way of the Lord!'
Behold He comes riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call;
Lift your voice, it's the year of jubilee,
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes.
These are the days of Ezekiel,
The dry bones becoming as flesh;
And these are the days of Your servant David,
Rebuilding a temple of praise.
These are the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white in Your world,
And we are the labourers in Your vineyard,
Declaring the word of the Lord!
There's no God like Jehovah.
There's no God like Jehovah!
Video
Robin Mark - Days of Elijah (Official Lyric Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
These are the days, maybe, but does anyone actually believe that when the roof is leaking and the coffee tastes like burnt charcoal? I look at the dry bones becoming and think about how many people I know who are just as brittle as those skeletons in the valley before the wind started rattling them around. It is strange to sing about a temple of praise while the people around me are staring at their shoes or scrolling through phones during the bridge, though I guess that is just how it goes when we try to manufacture some kind of historical momentum. I keep wondering if righteousness being restored is just a phrase people use when they want to feel better about how messy things have gotten in the real world, because it feels a lot more like a constant, grinding struggle than a polished restoration. Maybe it is not about the harvest, but about just trying not to drown like that guy trying to walk on the lake when his eyes drifted off the target. I don't know, it feels like we are forcing the theology into a rhythmic box just to make the drums sound more significant. Is this actually happening, or is it just a loud way of distracting myself from the fact that I am tired?
No God like.
The whole thing feels like a frantic attempt to convince the room that something massive is about to happen, even if the air feels totally empty. Is the harvest actually white, or am I just repeating what the track tells me to say?