BY JAY WELLER
THE PHAROAHS, SAILED THE NILE WITH BLOATED CHESTS, BUT DIED AMONG THE REEDS
KINGS AND QUEENS, AND THEIR SERVILE THINGS, NOW BURIED IN THE WEEDS
NEW INVADERS RUSH THE THICKETS; BRANDISHING THEIR STEEL
BUT DON’T YOU KNOW, DON’T YOU KNOW, THAT HIS LOVE IS REAL
FROM MOUNTAINS SOLEMN MAJESTY, OCEANS LACED WITH TEAL
PLAINS OF GOLDEN HARMONY, FROM WHERE YOU TAKE YOUR MEAL
HEAVENS FLOWING ENDLESSLY, EMBRACED BY GRACE AND SEAL
THE HEART MAY SLIP TO BITTERNESS, SPUN UPON A WHEEL
THE QUESTIONS THEMSELVES MYSTERIES, FOR ANY ANSWERS TO BE REVEALED
FALSE PROPHETS’ SUBTLE ENMITY, WHICH TAKES MORE THAN IT STEALS
EVIL CRUSHES GRAVELLY, LIKE THE GRINDING OF A HEEL
THE HEART MAY SLIP TO BITTERNESS, BUT THE TRUTH IS NOT CONCEALED
DON’T YOU KNOW, DON’T YOU KNOW, THAT HIS LOVE IS REAL
DON’T YOU KNOW, DON’T YOU KNOW, THAT HIS LOVE IS REAL