what gods are watching?

From their perch a-way up high,
They watch hallelujah birth
and gospel truths and churches sound
cross cracked and barren earth,

And listening and appreciative
They are of all these praise
They wonder bout our preservation
And gamble number and days

Till we, at last! fade away
From our neglected ground
In good faith of heaven above
Without ever looking down

Sunsets cut like splinters
Tween the clouds that gather again
Where the gods that should be way up high
Descend to earth as rain