To speak is to order
To bring out of chaos
The form that should be
To bring structure
Out of the smoke of unconsciousness
This order is speech
The very Word we know called truth
It cannot be destroyed
Only hidden and feared
For it has always been
In the very beginning was the Word
The Word was with God
And the Word was God
There is one Word
As there is one truth
For they are the same
The Man Christ Jesus
The very Son of God

I saw fires fall
But it was only words
I felt the earth shake
But it was only fear
I heard trumpets blast
But it was just the wind
And in that wind
There was a calming voice
One like a clear sky
Reflected in still waters

The voice spoke
And I said nothing
For in its tone I heard
That it already knew me
My hopes and fears
All of my weaknesses
I could do nothing
But shed a tear

When the voice had spoken its last
Neither it nor I
Were anymore to be found

At last we may rest
Beneath a blood red sun
The battle over
The day thus done
I pray it sets soon
Never to rise
And never remembered
Save in the eyes
Of the dead that lay here
In heaps and scores
Let us forever forget
Our ways of war

Ah, a red sun rises
On this the last of days
Fitting that a world
Bathed in blood
Should end drowned in it

Float on
Down the stream
Where it leads
They are but dreams

Gently rock
On tides unknown
Distantly near
To where we've grown

Fall and feel
The water roll
Down unblemished skin
So near the goal

And yet never
Can that place be reached
Lest one beget
What once was preached

If in your dreams
I may intrude
To sit and watch
To think and brood

Pondering the pieces
I place together
Of your idle wonder
In coming weather

Your forlorn wishes
Your paths not tread
The love and wisdom
In your heart and head

And if I may
Indeed I might
I'll sail those seas
And from them take flight

To stand with you
Before that storm
The one I left
The heavens for

Oh, what do they know
Those that walk
And down there go
To travel paths
That shadows know
Parades to flow
In and down
Processions of death
With golden crowns
Two by two
They walk in rows
No man by himself
Is brought down low
It just goes to show
It's a coordinated effort
Between the devil and
Our fallen hearts
That without God's hand
We would be torn apart
And slowly drift
Unknowingly so
Down that path
To where they go
Thus follow shades
And to them become
Having denied the path
Of the Chosen One