Begotten Son--Precursor
And lo He stood there upon the shattered rock
His arms stretched far and wide to guide his sacred flock
The men and women all looked to him for kinship
and he returned to them unshakable friendship
He led them through fire and hail
he brought them freedom and prevailed
Things were as they should be
Then darkened was the cloud
casting the free world under shroud
Freedom spoils on wicked tongues
and martyrs are flayed upon raised rungs
Peace does not last for wicked men
who revel in impure sin
and things changed for the land
The noble man who had delivered them
was dragged down beneath the rim
of his golden throne
to be beaten and stoned
his deeds were forgotten by many
though he begged for mercy he did not receive any
Once a king and now a fiend
the father of Peace became the son of War
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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