The Apocalypse of St. John Fogerty

Coming up from the murky fog of the bayou is the voice of one crying out in wilderness, St. John Fogerty, the one who began the great Revival of clear and living water. Hear him:

He take the thunder from the mountain
he take the lightning from the sky
He bring the strong man to his beggin' knee
He make the young girl's momma cry.

Who is this that wields such power?  None but the most blessed, most glorious, the Atik Yomin, the Ancient of Days whose hair was as white as wool and whose throne is of burning fire.  (Daniel 7:9)

You got to hidey-hide
You got to to jump and run
you got to hidey-hidey-hide
The Old Man is down the road.

Be watchful.  Be waiting.  The Old Man will be soon be coming down the road.  I will incline my ear to hear the words of his proverb; I will solve the riddle in the music of his electric guitar. (Psalm 49:9)

He got the voices speaking riddles
He got the eye as black as coal
He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide
And he stands right in the road.

He make the river call your lover
He make the barking of the hound
Put a shadow 'cross the window
when the Old Man comes around.