It's you

It's all you. What can man do?

Without you there's no breath. 

No plans to make, no fans, no fakes; to offer an offence. 

Freedom isn't lost: it comes with no cost; we just need to pass his test.

To choose is divine, what's yours is mine: hand in hand we ride: 

Though troubles come: beloved of one; with you ther is no doubt.

To trust you, my dear: to death us do part: to rise with your glory; shine  light in the dark:

You place your signs for all to see: where is the glory? Was that meant to be?

Man is looking: looking away; following idols; blindly engaged:

Man follows man: rooted in vanity; the end result?

Insanity. 

Clouding the spirit: darkness it falls: but the light shines in the darkness; and with it he calls:

All who are simple, gather around:

But what has he done?

This only Son:

He's come to call his bride.