Hope

Well, you should know I am a one eyed man...

 

Eye fixed on the ultimate plan...

 

Leaders come and leaders go. 

 

They have their glory, it's all on show..

 

Ultimately, the lofty are brought down. 

 

He has the throne, and wears the crown...

 

Will they learn?

 

If they only knew;

 

That all glory belongs,

To you know who...

 

If all people give him the glory 

 

It could be written...

 

End of story-

 

We could enter into the promised age...

 

No more tears.

No more sorry.

 

 Earth without end.

 

A new tomorrow. 

 

 

He takes no prisoners who is wise?

 

The rod from the stem

The Branch from the root

His bow is bent

Straight arrows he shoots. 

 

Spirit of council 

Spirit of might...

 

Fear Him.

 

Be his delight...

 

The dimness shall not be

As at first in her vexation-

 

The great light they saw,

This time will roar;

 

Lion of the nations. 

 

They joy like men in harvest 

Like those who take the spoil...

 

Once removed..

Now reproved...

 

Ignited with the oil...

 

All high things 

Judgement bound. 

 

Spirit of burning 

Bring their house down.

 

All that is lofty to the moles and the bats..

 

Not one escapes,

Though they scamper like rats..

 

His house exalted high on the hill:

 

The people flow to it;

 

Judgement now killed.