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He Heard A Thunderclap

He heard a thunderclap

He knew something was going down

The word was real, destiny was a map

 

He knew why he would be sent

No time to argue, no time to fight

Receive the blessing, eat the sacrament

 

Hey Jesus, come here my son

I finally have a job for you

It’s gonna’ be rough, but you’re the one

 

I have to try something different

That rainbow was my mistake

There will be no flood, there is no punishment

 

You know I can’t talk to them

It’s not their place anyway

They aren’t worthy, all they do is sin

 

You need to go instead

Tell them they need your help

They can’t earn it, they’re already dead

 

Do you know what incorporeal means?

It means I can’t be described

Yet they paint blasphemous scenes

 

Laying underneath a fresco ceiling

The words we gave them are enough

They’ll know when the paint starts peeling

 

You’re gonna’ be born to a ******

Three Kings will read the signs

Then time will pass while you’re learnin’

 

We will be silent to humanity

They will wonder how you became

A carpenter with no shoes fixing the insanity

 

Your eyes were blazing with my light

You entered the water before him

John the Baptist cowered at your sight

 

For a moment his tongue was seized

Then as he poured his water

A dove landed, as I’m well pleased

 

You wandered about, playing tricks

Confounding the Sanhedrin

But Moses without straw made bricks

 

They’ve seen it all before

Flaming hail and parting seas

What will you do, they will need more

 

It all seems so hopeless on the surface

I tied your hands with skin

A fast is the way to find your purpose

 

I sent you to save the scarred

Offer up life to the gentiles

Satan believes, but men remain on guard

 

So why’d you spare that Madonna?

Holy forgiveness, it’s walking on water

The people can’t help their persona

 

Judging one another, they have no tools

They eat in the dirt, boil their water

I know I created too many fools

 

But I see what you’re doing

Confounding all who ask

Your parables will be their undoing

 

How long will it take them

Their minds so full of confusion

To love the tax man, he’s not their friend

 

It is the vanity of modern man

To think they are so advanced

They are the same as Eve and Adam

 

Consumed with themselves

Making God’s of their thoughts

Mortals, thinking they’re something else

 

I am entering your mind now

Why are you still confused?

I told you I won’t break my vow

 

The words will come easily

Like the air that you breathe

And you will speak them peacefully

 

But there you go like I thought

You destroyed the temple

Proof that heaven can’t be bought

 

They will use it against you

A peacemaker does not anger

But you’re human, a demigod of two

 

You were hard on that rich man

I know his heart well

His family is sad, he does the best he can

 

There are gifts with which some live

Not all of them are of wrong

You must have before you can give

 

I understand your frustration

They want tricks and magic

You preach forgiveness and salvation

 

This is why you must suffer

The world will see their sin

Only God’s son can make the offer

 

You showed Caiaphas who was King

But he is in this world

You watched Pilate kiss his ring

 

They played it shrewd

They said no King but Caesar

That’s why Pilate changed his mood

 

He tried to spare you, you had a choice

The Roman’s admired you

They heard me in your voice

 

But you did it your way

And took the whip hard

The people spared Barabbas that day

 

I decided to allow you to feel pain

And I know you are afraid

I cannot forsake plans already laid

 

To find life where there was none

This is their chance, my choice is made

Eternal life is for all, it is for everyone

 

Come to me my son in the night

Let your body lie still

I will tell you what is right

 

I spared Isaac from his father’s knife

I will not spare you

But life on earth is nothing but strife

 

They must see the crucifixion

Your clothes they divide

As the tomb awaits your resurrection

 

They know now what they do

I sent them a thunderclap

Their fear is real, my glory is true

 

When man prays to us now

They will ask you first

I will remember every broken vow

 

Why would you save

A man who denied you thrice?

It’s because you are the one who gave

 

Blessed are the peacemakers my son

There is no excuse

But greed will always make them come undone

 

I will not destroy them

Noah begged me not to

But woah to the man who is not your friend

 

Give them their daily blood and bread

And our will considers it good

But Gabriel will remind of what they said

 

It is a good man who can love

And a wicked man who does not

So my son, that is why I sent a dove

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