In dreams, I've heard a prince did go
From where he came now sunk below
And never since has he been seen

They say that he was the last of his line
A king soon to be and will yet in time
But that was a long time ago

Since those times have all men strayed
The woven tapestry of history frayed
With no noticeable end in sight

Yet some hold out hope for that absent king
To be borne back to us in those mighty wings
That so long ago carried him away

To that city on the edge of day

The surface only vapors
Of a stirring ocean below
Long sterile and dark
It conceals vague shadows
Obscure shapes and forms
That are not meant to be
There is no sun
The world is darkness
An unending sea of chaos

A Spirit hovers over the waters

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