The King, the Lord of Glory
The One, the Three, Godhead
Creator, Dreamer, Rebirth Maker…
The great I AM is dead.
The Timeless one in lying waits
In a tomb for death’s decay.
God rots in everlasting sleep
As corruption has its day.
Darkness laughs in silence
His Enemy no more.
Up to Heaven’s precipice
On leather wings does soar.
Dead the God who made us all
Dead the One True King!
Flock to me my angels,
And mine own praises sing!
Silence meets his boasting claim –
The silence of the grave.
The angels wait in watchful hope
Yet none rise bold or brave.
Murdered is the Final Judge!
Great Justice is cast down!
Stand thyselves before me now
And upon my head, His crown!
Yet still the angels tremble
Behind great glimmering walls
For they know what kind of crooked crown
A God wears when he falls.
The war is at its final end,
His blood is now run cold.
Now worship me my angels
As you did the God of old!
But as the sun rose far below
One waiting angel flew
Brighter than the dawning day
The dead God’s will to do.
The dragon on the moon above,
Did tremble with a fear
For with the angel’s desperate hope
He sensed his time was near.
The angel spread out mighty wings,
His many eyes aflame –
And with a cry did fall to earth
And soared out o’er the same.
The dragon desperate fearful
(of whom, he could not say)
Released his claws from horned moon
And flew that selfsame way.
Now towards the darkened, hateful place
Where his God had sweat out blood
The angel flew, shining with fire
Borne of a hopeful flood.
He heard the sound of dragon’s wings
And knew he had not long
The great round stone, with guard about:
The tomb of God so wrong.
The soldiers saw him on the air
Like wildfire in the cloud
Hiding now their faces
They fell with cries aloud.
The angel paid them no great mind,
For knowing time was short,
Folded wings and turned with haste
The demons’ plans to thwart.
Hands of light the mighty stone,
Hewn from the Maker’s earth,
Seized and pushed with dire strength
Borne from the hope’s rebirth.
But too slow against the snake –
Too late he reached the tomb –
For devil’s claws did seize upon
To carry him to doom.
The angel struggled in the air,
His sword of light rang out,
Yet the serpent had his old sharp tool:
One single seed of doubt.
He is mine, the fell beast cried
As he bore the angel high,
His blood and body given me,
And my feast is almost nigh!
And the angel’s heart did tremble,
Though he slashed out with his blade,
And deep within his bright wheeled being,
He felt himself afraid.
And then the silent stone below,
Unseen by eyes above,
Did turn and roll with gentle ease,
As silent as a dove.
God is dead, and dead shall stay,
The Satan roared with rage,
The I AM’s time has come and passed –
This is the devil’s age!
And down upon the earth unseen
Stepped out into the light
A figure wan and blinking,
Like one woken in the night.
One hope you have my angel friend –
One chance to save thy skin:
Swear fealty now to me alone
And be my own foul kin!
A silence fell between the two –
A silence filled with wrath.
Then from the earth that shone with dawn,
A deep and hearty laugh.
And at the sound of laughing,
The dev’l turned with a scream,
And the talons which bound the angel
Did vanish like a dream.
And the light of morning brilliant
Met the light of hope divine,
For death could not its tendrils hold
Life’s one true source, the Vine.
The laugh filled all the heavens,
And Hell below did shake,
As the Maker now on mortal earth
A strange new age did make.
The angel turned to see his king
Who’d rolled the stone aside,
And on his face of flaming fire
Broke a smile bold and wide.
Hail the God who made us all!
Hail the One True King!
All praises to the Final Judge
Who makes His mercies sing!
And the demon turned and fled afraid
For he knew his time was near.
Away he flew into the night
Unto his shadows dear.
Holy! cried the angels chorus
To make the heavens thrum,
Holy holy, Lord Almighty
Who was and is to come!
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