DURATION DEVOURS

TITLE: DURATION DEVOURS
ARTIST: THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

You said, “Mine.”

But time laughed.

Everything you hold
is already moving.

Rocks to factory.

Body to dust.

But Christ said:

I AM.

[VERSE 1]

Ownership starts as a toddler word,
small hand closed round a plastic world.
“Mine, mine,” with a furious face,
then adults grow rich but keep that place.

My car, my house, my watch, my phone,
my little kingdom, my polished throne.
But matter is moving through duration’s tide,
you only meet it for a minute inside.

Iron from rock, glass from sand,
rubber from trees, oil from land.
Copper, lithium, carbon, chrome,
all on a journey before your home.

You call it yours when it parks outside,
but time is already taking a bite.
Rust in the seam, scratch in the paint,
scrap yard waiting like a patient saint.

The car is not still, it is travelling too,
from earth to factory, then briefly with you.
Then tip, then furnace, then dust, then form,
little atoms riding the cosmic storm.

That is physics with Solomon’s stare:
nothing stays yours in the time-thin air.
The eye says, “More,” but it cannot fill,
desire grows teeth when it owns the will.

[HOOK]

Duration devours,
time eats the frame.
You cannot own dust
by giving it your name.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Matter cannot cleanse you,
motion cannot raise.

Christ is the I AM,
Lord over time.
He gives life
where the clocks unwind.

[VERSE 2]

The eye is not full, Ecclesiastes spoke,
desire drinks oceans and still wants smoke.
Lust of the eyes got trained to see
the world as a shop for the self to be.

Vanity Fair teaches false vision:
own it, taste it, make it religion.
Scroll it, want it, buy it, display,
then death repossesses the whole parade.

Entropy whispers through every room,
order leaks out toward dust and tomb.
Not evil itself as a physics law,
but decay is what creation saw

when sin came in and the curse took hold,
bodies grew weak and the grave grew bold.
Sickness, corruption, rust and breath,
time turned sharp with the virus of death.

Creation groans like a wounded choir,
stars burn fuel and bones grow tired.
Paint peels, cells fail, engines seize,
every proud empire falls to knees.

But your worst lack is not lack of stuff,
not enough cash, not enough fluff.
The real lack hides beneath the strife:
man has no power to manufacture life.

You need more than assets and health,
more than memories, youth or wealth.
You need atonement where sin has stained,
and resurrection where death has reigned.

[HOOK]

Duration devours,
time eats the frame.
You cannot own dust
by giving it your name.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Gold cannot cleanse you,
science cannot raise.

Christ is the I AM,
Lord over time.
He gives life
where the clocks unwind.

[BRIDGE]

Time is not God.

Matter is not God.

Desire is not king.

Creation is groaning.

The grave is not final.

Christ has the keys.

[VERSE 3]

Jesus stepped into the ticking world,
I AM in flesh with the scroll unfurled.
Not trapped by time, yet born in days,
the endless Word in a manger laid.

He healed the sick to expose the root,
death had poisoned the human fruit.
Blind eyes opened, lame men stood,
lepers made clean by the touch of good.

He raised the dead so the world would see:
the problem is not property.
The problem is death, the wage of sin,
and only Life Himself can enter in.

At the Cross, time saw its Lord bleed,
the Maker of atoms met human need.
Nails in His hands, thorn on His head,
Christ bore sin in the place of the dead.

Wrath came down, the debt was paid,
atonement finished where mercy stayed.
They placed Him inside a borrowed grave,
but death cannot own the One who saves.

Third day morning, the stone rolled wide,
Jesus rose bodily, glorified.
Corruption broken, the new age born,
resurrection light through the judgement morn.

Now He holds Death and Hades’ keys,
not metaphor only, but authority.
If you refuse Him and die in sin,
your cravings remain with no cure within.

Unquenched desire, unpardoned stain,
self still burning in endless pain.
So hear the wisdom before the grave:
only the risen Christ can save.

Repent and believe while breath is near.
Time is devouring all you hold dear.
But Christ redeems what the locusts stole,
life everlasting for the ransomed soul.

[FINAL HOOK]

Duration devours,
time eats the frame.
You cannot own dust
by giving it your name.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
His blood can cleanse you,
His voice can raise.

Christ is the I AM,
Lord over time.
He gives life
where the clocks unwind.

[OUTRO]

You held it briefly.

Time carried it onward.

You are travelling too.

Dust to dust.

But Christ is risen.

The keys are His.

Jesus is Lord.