The god Of The Age

There are so many little subtle things in our world today that have taken control of us, displaying their subtle control or influence. I was reminded of this as I was reading a section from the Bible in 2 Corinthians 4:2-4.

“2On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to everyone’s conscience in the sight of God.3 And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing. 4 The godof this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.“

This song is one that came from my reflection. Lyrically it’s pretty potent and heavy. I have reflected on these words often since I wrote it and am excited now to share it with you.

I produced the track on the same morning as I pondered the idea and wrote the song. This was one of those songs that those two things happened simultaneously. I love how the production helps tell the story of the song, particularly in the instrumental section part way through the song.
This is the first of some more “produced” songs on their way - but I hope that the production supports the message of the song and doesn’t take away from it.
I was very intentional to let the production feel fresh but also to leave space for the lyrical content of this song.

THE GOD OF THE AGE
By Mark Alan Schoolmeesters

We are all amused and taunted 
By the fads of yesterday 
We are all provoked to ponder 
The futile things we chase 
Yes we all have searched for greater
Greater meaning greater space
But somehow we've come to settle 
For the god of the age 

We're Compelled and captivated 
By so much we're led astray  
So addicted that were jaded 
To our aimless social state
But it only leaves us hollow 
Empty caverns, barren space
We all blindly serve the master 
The god of the age 

Blinded by the darkness, we cannot see the light 
Looking for the answers to open up our eyes 
To see beyond the curtain, the mystery revealed
To lift the cloud that's lurking, uncovering the veil
Open up our eyes to see
Through the god of the age 

We are tormented and tattered 
By the things we think we need 
But the more that we consume it
The more we need reprieve
Oh a holy mediation 
To bring our souls a true relief 
This endless chase were after 
The god of the age