all the gods of the past are buried, throw the key away and lock that door

they tell me, "long ago people lived in the darkness, unenlightened and

 unrefined

God was made as a crutch to the cripple, nothing more than a nursery rhyme

but i believe that things are now what they were in the garden, mock the maker and running away

people set on their own agendas, never think about their dying day

the changes that they speak of, i don't see somehow

"that was then" they say but it's the same way now

Long ago people were selfish, in a 20th century way

long ago they were lost and lonely, just the way that they are today

long ago people laughed at Jesus, called Him crazy and they cursed His name

listen now in anytown America, you can hear that it’s still the same

people say He's irrelevant in the day of the golden bough

but we needed Him then and we need Him now

And I hear them say, we are so sophisticated in the modern age

our toys are bigger and we make our weapons smart

but deep within we're still just as devastated

searching souls and hungry hearts,

                searching souls and hungry hearts

Long ago Jesus said come follow, few would listen, few listen today

make their metaphysical objections, nonetheless there is an empty grave

long ago sinners loved Jesus, children went where He would go

broken lives found hope in His love, it's the same today you know

everything changes, everything stays the same