The Chosen One

A man who cuts seas with a pen Who drifts souls with a word Who shares wisdom with the lost Who gives love for the dead His poems are as tight as stone As clear as snow As wonderful as gold Praise the man that walks With honor and confidence Praise the man that talks With kindness and strength This man that has no limits In loving and in giving This man never gets bored From our continues mistakes This man is like no other In God’s creation of mankind But this man is not yet to be found Though we are waiting for the chosen one To come and free us from our sins To come and kill the devil within ourselves This man, our savior, Will greet him with wide open hands And let him lead us to the wide open lights Let him take us to the road of the heavens