Athroned

40,000 days and nights
our father will commence
to burning up the walls of earth
and tearing down offense

the blood will pour like a river wide
his wrath at last will mete
the storm of countless trials won
he’ll take the courts to the street

and in his wake the fall of man
and evil underfoot
the self-made millionaire in stride
his flesh will fall as soot

and in the white-hot light of love
the lambs will crawl from the cave
and from the earth will the asleep arise
and leave the cold dark grave

for the earth will be sweet and washed clean again
as it was in the days before
small man in his ignorant cowardly mind
sought his power in satan the whore

and the lambs of the flock will rejoice with glad song

and the tear-stained cheeks will be washed

as the King and his hosts greet his bride with the wine

and the bread will be broken in toast

The feast will begin and never will end

a feast of relation and heart

nevermore will we cry in the darkness of sin

nevermore will we be apart

Oh Lord, in your sovereignty we are like filthy rags. I worship you because you deserve it.