According

According to the multitude the altars have increased. 

Hearts are divided, how can their be peace?

They say: "we have no king. What can he do for us?

Nothing."

Spoken words, swearing falsely.

Who do you trust?

Judgement springs up like hemlock in the furrows of the field. 

Every man, and woman, alone, to Him must kneel. 

The plan is simple, and after the pain,

He brings out an instrument, that glorifies His name.

He has a name, only He knows.

Clothed with a robe dipped in blood,  His name is the Word of God. 

The armies of heaven follow, 

Cursed are those that lie.

From His word, we live or die. 

His words are sweet like honey, 

And an all consuming flame.

Coming with righteous vengeance. 

All will bear their shame. 

So their friends, you have it,

Banging on the wall,

Prince of peace is his name, 

By Him we rise and fall.

Now, if you know him, you'll understand, 

I life in him is simply grand. 

All the problems of this world can be fixed,

His plan is brilliant,

How is this-

He's a gardener. 

Did you Know? To bear fruit,  good seed must be sown, 

Watered by another,

Weeded, from time to time

All working, just doing our bit,

Life, just divine. 

And if your still hear,

And think I am off my head,

Let me tell you straight: Fear the One, who can burn your soul.

Believe me,

He's our only mate.

So, I've been rambling on.

Might not even be true.

Should finish with a scripture, 

Which one will do?

"Then he answered and spoke unto me, saying, This is the Word of the Lord unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power,  but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts."