Spirit Of The Age - Michael Card

I thought that I heard crying

Coming through my door

Was it Rachel weeping for her sons

Who were no more?

Could it have been the babies

Crying for themselves

Never understanding that they died

For someone else?

The voices heard of weeping and of wailing

History speaks of it on every page

Of innocent and helpless little babies

Offerings to the spirit of the age

No way of understanding

This sad and painful sign

Whenever Satan rears his head

There comes a tragic time

If he could crush the cradle

Then that would stop the cross

He knew that once the Light was born

His every hope was lost

The voices heard of weeping and of wailing

History speaks of it on every page

Of innocent and helpless little babies

Offerings to the spirit of the age

Now, every age has heard it

This voice that speaks from Hell

«Sacrifice your children

And for you it will be well»

The subtle serpent’s lying

His dark and ruthless rage

Behold, it is revealed to be

The spirit of the age

The voices heard of weeping and of wailing

History speaks of it on every page

Of innocent and helpless little babies

Offerings to the spirit of the age

Soon all the ones who seemed

To die for nothing

Will stand beside the Ancient of Days

With joy we’ll see that Infant

From the manger

Come and crush the spirit of the age

We’ll see Him crush the spirit of the age