The Son

Hands, hooves, and wings
All of these things
The stars at your feet,
Creation complete
Beginning and end,
the middle-amend

Every knee it bows
And every tongue it shouts
And everything it sings, it sings
The Son

Thrones that have been,
Thrones gone unseen
Death at your feet,
the body complete
The breath of the heir
of every affair

Every knee it bows
And every tongue it shouts
And everything it sings, it sings
The Son

YHWH unveiled,
Stripped, whipped and nailed
The blood at your feet,
a promise complete

A stone rolled away,
the breaking of day

Every knee it bows
And every tongue it shouts
And everything it sings, it sings
The Son