Through the Gates of the City

That precious life in beautiful consonance Where feelings and life are constant The Alpha’s, the Omega’s children ingress into unity We, meek, abased on our knees for his glory With musical inflections and modulations Bestowing him with praise He has presented us with his overlay Successfully, we have overcome the ill ones temptations No longer having to fight to deny The serpent’s fabricated meed Here we graze the crown of thorns There we sing a sweet, euphonious hymn And devour our Lord’s fruit from the Tree of Life