Now That I’m Gone
1 How long will you walk the thorny ground? How long ’til your hand takes up the plow, the sweat beads off your brow? How long will you fashion up a tree? Your idol silently totters in the breeze. 2 Now that I'm gone, My joy has flown from Me. Now that it's on, My grief has settled on Me. Now that I'm wronged, My heart is sick inside Me, now that I'm finding out that you've abandoned Me, 3 the fount of living waters, to dig cisterns for your daughters, cracked for all your troubles. 4 Now that you’re gone, I’ve travelled far from you. Now that it's on, I’ve wandered on without you. Now that you're wrong, I’ve taken my leave of you, now that you're finding out that I’ve abandoned you. 5 Now that the sky has turned to night, and now that the signs are drawing nigh, now that the ram's horn sounded one last cry, 6 now that I'm gone, your signal flag's upon you. Now that it's on, your beauty is beside you. It won't be long your tragedy befalls you, now that I'm finding out. Too late you're finding out. But in the end you'll find I don't abandon you.