How Art Thou Fallen
O' Lucifer, thou wast the bright and shining Star
Archangel of the highest heaven
Thou wast the seal and sum perfection
Thy wisdom and thy beauties glory
Adorned with every precious stone
The workmanship of thy music
Wast prepared at thy creation
Thou anointed Cherub who covers
Established in thy seat of honor
Upon the holy mount of God
Walking to and fro
Through the midst of fiery stones
Thou wast perfect in thy ways
From the day thou wast created
Til iniquity was found in thee
Thy violence and profanity
Thy sin of vanity
As thy heart was lifted up in pride
Because thou lovest thine own self
Thy wisdom wast corrupted
For the sake of thine own splendor
How art thou fallen!
O' Lucifer!
Thou son of the morning!
Cast to the ground
Where fire shall devour
Devouring fire from thy midst
Thou art become as man
Dust and ashes
Thou art astonishment
Terror and horror
Thou shalt be no more
Forever.
Copyright © Chris Tian | Year Posted 2014
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