Verse 1
Dear Diary hear my plea/
Though my eyes cry through my tears I see/
The worlds trend we done crept up in some real sin/
We so spent now we swept up in a whirl wind/
And it seems like it wont stop 'til the world ends/
How much more Lord will you endure until then?/
Since Adam this pattern has plagued us/
We followed our passions and look where it led us/
You watched as Adam's first offspring/
Off'd his brother 'cause he was jealous of his offering/
And as the years passed/
We just kept going the floods came as your tears splashed/
Mixed with the steam of your fierce wrath/
From your broken heart only those on the ark with Noah passed/
'Cause only Noah found favor/
Even though Noah couldn't hold it down later/
Neither could Abraham/
Neither could any of the prophets or priests or kings that you raised up stand/
So with all these men/
If you were grieved then/
Then what keeps you from being grieved again?
Hook:
We know it's not nothing/
It must be something that keeps you from being so grieved again/
There'd be more than one flood if it wasn't for the Son's blood to keep Him from being grieved again
Verse 2:
Fast forward from the past toward the present/
Past the torch light the path for us/
Heaven more than ever 'cause it's darker than it's ever been/
We should be outside of the ark screamin' let us in/
Check how we be with all our technology/
With more ways to sin then any one man could possibly/
And yet we invent more like slaves indentured/
Like sin vents through our pours evil as far as we can see/
Now we know drama like TNT/
We found Pandora's Box/
Smashed the lock/
Now look what's coming at us even on laptops/
They push sin in the cinema lovin it/
Even vote it in to our government/
We shed the blood of the innocent/
Or know about it and won't do a thing to put an end to it/
The way we see is distorted/
Babies havin babies more babies aborted/
How can we afford to be this evil when you flooded earth/
Once what do we think keeps you from being grieved again?
Hook:
Verse 3:
Lord I know our sin is sky high/
And I know you don't turn a blind eye/
You see every instance, all at an instant/
You don't scoff at sin's stench/
So you know we're wonderin/
Where's all the rain and thunderin/
Did we get away with our dirt/
Did the darkness cover us/ were our sins hid/
Won't your eyelids uncover us/
But it's not that you're passive/
It's just that your grace is active/
Right where your wrath should be/
So we casually sin til we're sentenced and sent to where they'll be gnashing of teeth/
After Noah's flood there's two judgments left/
The cross and the one at the end/
That's death and it's not sleep forever/
It's beef with God feeling the heat forever/
The rest of this life without God is hellish/
The afterlife without God that's what hell is/
And we don't want that before you come back/
And we get beat down like drum tracks/
Before Messiah comes/
Before your eyes are tired of our lives and the fire comes/
Help us to see Your Son and to believe in Him/
'Cause His blood is the rich flood that keeps you from being grieved again.
Hook:
Dear Diary hear my plea/
Though my eyes cry through my tears I see/
The worlds trend we done crept up in some real sin/
We so spent now we swept up in a whirl wind/
And it seems like it wont stop 'til the world ends/
How much more Lord will you endure until then?/
Since Adam this pattern has plagued us/
We followed our passions and look where it led us/
You watched as Adam's first offspring/
Off'd his brother 'cause he was jealous of his offering/
And as the years passed/
We just kept going the floods came as your tears splashed/
Mixed with the steam of your fierce wrath/
From your broken heart only those on the ark with Noah passed/
'Cause only Noah found favor/
Even though Noah couldn't hold it down later/
Neither could Abraham/
Neither could any of the prophets or priests or kings that you raised up stand/
So with all these men/
If you were grieved then/
Then what keeps you from being grieved again?
Hook:
We know it's not nothing/
It must be something that keeps you from being so grieved again/
There'd be more than one flood if it wasn't for the Son's blood to keep Him from being grieved again
Verse 2:
Fast forward from the past toward the present/
Past the torch light the path for us/
Heaven more than ever 'cause it's darker than it's ever been/
We should be outside of the ark screamin' let us in/
Check how we be with all our technology/
With more ways to sin then any one man could possibly/
And yet we invent more like slaves indentured/
Like sin vents through our pours evil as far as we can see/
Now we know drama like TNT/
We found Pandora's Box/
Smashed the lock/
Now look what's coming at us even on laptops/
They push sin in the cinema lovin it/
Even vote it in to our government/
We shed the blood of the innocent/
Or know about it and won't do a thing to put an end to it/
The way we see is distorted/
Babies havin babies more babies aborted/
How can we afford to be this evil when you flooded earth/
Once what do we think keeps you from being grieved again?
Hook:
Verse 3:
Lord I know our sin is sky high/
And I know you don't turn a blind eye/
You see every instance, all at an instant/
You don't scoff at sin's stench/
So you know we're wonderin/
Where's all the rain and thunderin/
Did we get away with our dirt/
Did the darkness cover us/ were our sins hid/
Won't your eyelids uncover us/
But it's not that you're passive/
It's just that your grace is active/
Right where your wrath should be/
So we casually sin til we're sentenced and sent to where they'll be gnashing of teeth/
After Noah's flood there's two judgments left/
The cross and the one at the end/
That's death and it's not sleep forever/
It's beef with God feeling the heat forever/
The rest of this life without God is hellish/
The afterlife without God that's what hell is/
And we don't want that before you come back/
And we get beat down like drum tracks/
Before Messiah comes/
Before your eyes are tired of our lives and the fire comes/
Help us to see Your Son and to believe in Him/
'Cause His blood is the rich flood that keeps you from being grieved again.
Hook: