Wisdom Too Late
Some are wicked, and some are just weak
They never listen, they only speak
And with their dying breath they sing a song
Of wisdom too late
So all the wheels just keep on turning
While the fire below just keeps on burning
And when the storm breaks over them
They seal their own fate
They don’t know
They don’t understand
They just reach out, with an outstretched hand
And if they only grab a handful of air
They shake a fist and say it just isn’t fair
They just keep pontificating
To leave the hand the hand
that would have saved them...
Waiting
And as they drown they sing a song
Of wisdom too late
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
From mid-1995 to early 1996, I had a profound spiritual experience that
opened me up to Christianity as I understood it. Until that time, I steered
away from the Gospel. At some point, I began to question this aversion,
and in answering this question all the majesty and beauty of the New Testament
opened up to me.
I made many new friends along the way, and it was wonderful
just to accept the wisdom of Jesus and the power of the words he left behind
and leave it at that. The problem, as always, came down to interpretation;
and my problem, partcularly, came down to all the hidden agendas —
personal, polticial and ideological — I began to see around me among
those who claimed to be Christians.
This song is about those agendas and the conditions people
place on their faith.
— Glen
Wisdom Too Late