Son of Man

Oh beloved Son of Man
take your heart within your hand
open up your treasure box
and cast its contents to the flocks
may they come in praise of you
and emulate all that you do
may you give us all your voice
and know love its only choice
lift them up within your land
and the ability strong to stand
that love and truth are one the same
as spirit tastes the holy name
that the hearts within will spawn
the coming place of mankinds dawn
when all are gathered before your face
as fixed upon your mercies grace
when walking in triumphant war
and wickedness exists no more
a thousand years of peace will come
before the final judgement done
milk and honey shall they eat
with peace the lamb and lion meet
and each day a joy anew
not given only to a few
In this place death will depart
and never be a lonely heart
where tears and cries exist no more
and pain upon a distant shore
when all desires attend to good
the laws of love are understood
Be it soon upon this place
triumphant mercies of your grace

The Gospels