All Else Failed

A throne in Heaven sat empty for 33 years
 Why for what do we strive
 That will bring us closer
 No human deed will show us approved
 For two thousand years
 We've choked on our efforts
 Only to lay down and die
 Things change and things stay the same
 Through all these trials I cannot compose myself
 Till there is a time that no heaviness fills my heart
 I cannot compose myself
 So in all this there must arise a plan
 A strategy to subdue the schemes
 For generation upon generation
 God retained a silence
 That shattered the hearts of men
 And for a season all else failed
 There is no other name given among men
 Whereby they might be saved
 In all these years when men crawled the earth
 Choking on his tears no composure
 Nor completion reigned
 No self righteous cleansing
 Leaning on the strength of self or another man
 No human effort can bring wholeness
 Or even the strength to stand
 There is no explanation for this reasoning
 The only thing in life that is constant is Jesus