End of Days Video (MV)

I often think of those who've gone before
How fond of them we were
The memories we preserve

I look ahead as to discover
What sits behind the years
The future and its fears

I do recall a certain loneliness
That came about in waves
Consistent through the days

But looking on into a truer frame
There's no such thing as ghosts
But rather heavenly hosts

I often ask the Lord for clarity
While weeping with the sad
And wishing time turned back

He often answers me in precious psalm
A river maketh glad
The city of my God

They say the world is on its final stretch
It doesn't feel that way
But it will end someday

And those who've gone before we'll see again
Their coffins are just beds
The sleeping are not dead
They silently await
Await the end of days