Swing low(er)

Last week would have been a bad week
He might be dreadin' the next few years
I'd say, "Pull up your chariot and have a seat,
Let me buy you a beer"

Maybe he knew all this would happen
Or maybe it was never revealed
Is it time for the seventh seal's unwrapping
Are we too far gone to be healed

I'd take him to meet my cousin Leah
A church-going lady to her core
Show him how clearly she sees the evil
So many others choose to ignore

I'd ask him if he ever misses Tishbe
We might compare idols old and new
Did he see my grandma up in heaven
And was she sittin' on the second pew

When he spoke of the seven thousand faithful
I'd say I think I understand
'Cause despite how it looks there's still millions
Who haven't bowed a knee to the orange man

That's when he told of some Jezebel
Something about Mount Horeb and some death plot
I'd joke that I'd known a couple of those myself
But his face made me think I had not

I knew when I asked that he wouldn't tell me
If I was gonna make it to heaven someday
"Well, I'm no prophet," he'd start and we'd laugh
"But if I were you I'd trust and obey."

I'd ask him about old Methuselah
He'd say, "He looks good for nine-sixty-nine."
And I'd reply, "That's easy for you to say."
When he told me don't be afraid to die

He'd cinch up his robe, say, "It's time to go.
You know the ninth hour is drawing nigh."
I'd ask, "Is there something I should know?"
He'd smile, "You'll understand it all by and by."

Last thing I'd do is beseech him for a ride
"Just be sure, Gentile, before you hop in.
'Cause once this chariot is in the sky
We'll nevermore pass this way again."