Truth was planted in aged couples
It jumped and pulled the cord
Hail, lo! Here comes  the lord
I'm not worthy to hold his buckles

I'm of water he is of spirit
Both are with herds  among the jackals
Caught in wilderness fitted with shackles
I'm the old will he's to do merit

Head of truth gets severed and thrown
The will sprauts watered by spirit
Bread could prevail on dead woods credit
Yet truth gets crushed to win its own crown

Truth is the word of  God and his way
Word is life of God he gave away