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Printer-friendly version 2084
Sitting on an airplane
Flying over the shore
My expectations are high
In the year 2084
I’m anxious to touch the ground
Hoping I can last
Not thinking about the future
Just wondering about the past
I am but one passenger
And there are many, many more
Coming back from the lands of bondage
In the year 2084
Nothing modern to mention here
Not a spaceship or a flying car
We’re just seeking the old paths
While being thankful for who we are
We have lived the dreams of modern man
Which were reality years before
Now waking up from the nightmare
In the year 2084
Communism did prevail
Over in the land of the free
But the providence of God turned it around
So we’re going back you see
First we will build an old fashion church
Because that was where it started
When the government took control
Freedom officially departed
Not a church with a form of godliness
And denies the power thereof
But a church where open rebuke
Is better than secret love
Not a church with social programs
Depending on those for survival
Just preaching and praying with the Old Black Book
And seeing the need for revival
This all may blow your mind
And it might seem rather sore
But truth is still truth
Even in the year 2084
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