"FINE MESS THIS WORLD IS IN"
(Lyrics By Gerald Logan)
(Verse 1)
It’s a fine mess this world is in
War drums pounding like thunder again
Russia and Ukraine soaked in blood
While Iran and Israel brace for the flood
The sky don’t weep, but the ground sure cries
As innocence is buried under smoke-filled skies
(Verse 2)
Terror screams from Gaza’s gate
Hostages clutched by hands of hate
Mothers wail and fathers break
Children dream of a world that’s fake
Where are the leaders, where is the truth?
All we get is silence and a stolen youth
(Chorus)
Oh, it's a fine mess, the devil grins
As we trade our souls for politics and spins
Cities fall, the oceans rise
While we choke on all these twisted lies
Yeah, it’s a fine mess, torn and thin—
But still I pray redemption wins
(Verse 3)
The earth groans loud, can’t take much more
Floods and fire knocking down every door
Missiles fly while the prophets cry
But nobody’s listening, we just scroll by
Hearts are numb, hands are stained
The innocent cry out in vain
(Bridge) (Dramatic Pause)
There’s a storm rising in the East and West
And no one’s safe, no one’s blessed
We lit the fuse, we struck the flame—
Now we tremble, but won’t take the blame
But I hear a whisper, faint and still:
"Peace will come—but it won’t be man’s will"
(Chorus)
Yeah, it’s a fine mess, soaked in sin
We sold our souls for the shape we're in
Justice is bleeding in the street
And truth is nailed to a crooked tree
But there’s still a voice in the winds that spin
Crying out, “Come home again”
(Outro)
It’s a fine mess this world is in
Ashes falling where dreams had been
But through the fire and the pain and the din
I believe our God still calls us in
Yeah, it’s a fine mess…
But maybe grace still gets to win.
