She bears it well, the cross of gloom
Carries herself across the room
Content to lean against a wall
And wait for what will surely fall…
The day of judgment falls on the Royal Knight
She eternal life has won in the fight
On Calvary’s cross the depths of hell
We’re conquered there for her as well.
The forest fire is sin and death
To abandon all condescension as the Book saith…
Swashbuckling princess of the royal brigade
Never out of focus or out of shade
Attentive and immediate course of action
For the Queen’s elegant fashion.
Bright, debonair, fast and furious
A royal courtier so very precious
Elevate her, in ways understood
By peer succession, a sisterhood.
A diamond, for sure, to sharpen the edge
Of despair and bring light, clarity and vision.
She sits enthroned in her mortal room
Colour dancing around the room
When in control the Queen is she
All the time, naturally.
When he takes over, all, is undone
There’s nothing new under the sun
She fades away, becomes less and less
The skelp, emerges back from the mess
That once was her life but now is gone
She lives now in the new early dawn
Of a new life that has lasted for years
Gone are the sorrows, the bitterness the tears.
She dances wildly around the room
Acting out her daily gloom
It’ll soon be past and the future certain
Plenty success before the final curtain.
The power lines up at the back
Two queens without lack
Of majesty and dominion
Over the pawns minion.
Two Queens, Two Kings, in the back row
Two Bishops, knights and rooks crow
Ready for the onslaught of the pawns first move
The first pawn slides forward two
The opposing one checks it too
It will be the long night of sorrow
A long time until tomorrow
But it will come, since Queens and kings must fall
The battle is won by the board master after all.
Two Queens will fight it out
Two Kings will suffer rout
Two Bishops put to flight
Two Knight will never fight
Two rooks crow will fade to pale
At the army of pawns on the table.
Two Queens can leave the board
But Kings never do they only fall
And great is that fall, only one remains tall
And mighty, the conqueror of all…
The enemy is not the black or the white
He is in the air and pesters with all his might.
He is the Prince of the Power of the Air
And conquers all who at him will stare.
The battle lines are drawn up
They’re ready and tooled up for the cup
Of suffering they will surely drink
Teetering dangerously on the brink
Of certain disaster, help far behind
No one is there to pay them any mind.
Stand along the back, menacing look
Watch the Queen, we’ll take her with the rook
Sliding forward unawares
She gently succumbed to the many affairs
She has to deal with to get to the king
She’s off the board now, troubling
Wait for the lonesome pawn to come
Then again released you become
The Queen of Terrors, they locked you up
The cup of blessing you will now sup
A powerful play to stem the battle flow
Slipping down the laddered board you go…
The Prince is beaten, the only one
Who could hold a candle to the Son
Now defeated cast in chains
Victory now is all that remains.!
Trembling on the edge of doom.
The battle commences across the room
Fighting in the back row amount the royals
The pawn rubs his hands now he has the spoils
Who will win this tragedy
Who will watch the symphony
As the pawns take over the board
Defeat of death is assured
The Queens and kings are marching still
To another drum beat up the hill
Of difficulty to reach the top
And being there they have to stop.
His singing is powerful, majestic and full of joy
Pleasure runs in his veins that cannot cloy
The lips that praise the lungs that breathe
Words to heaven wing their sounds to weave
A hymn of glory to the King of all kings
The Black King who has conquered all things
By the words of His joyous song sung the first day
Over creations inception and birth lights ray
Of the worlds we see and those we don’t
The singing never ends in infinity’s powerful throat.
The script is clear, we read it in stars
God’s condescension and glorious powers
That made the music, the song and the singer
To make the world above greater and cleaner
With the provision of the judges at the end of time
When the song will reach its climax so sublime.
She rides in full of godly fury
Changing everything in a hurry
The night is dark and we are few
The day will arrive and too late to renew
Our souls, so hurry put these things in place
The helmet, shield and sword of God’s Grace
Put on the armour and get ready to fight
The way to heaven is won not by might
Nor power of man’s earthly ways
But by the joyful news of the Spirit’s lays.
Get on the footwear of the gospel sound
Spread it in the neighbourhood, all around
Never stop until every soul is touched
By the message so right, so pure, so loved
By those who believe in its faithful Lord
Who by heaven and earth is still adored
“Put on the armour” said The White Knight
“Get ready to sing, and speak and fight…
Standing alone and lonely but right
Words written and spoken are his might
To hold sway over all who listen and learn
The one true way they must discern.
Open the book and look inside
Find your way from the Man they deride
Hung Him on a tree because He was right
Put all others away and to flight.
He stands alone with few at His feet
Not many listen to that heart that beats
To have you believe in Him alone
Commune with Him and all sins gone.
The White Bishop stands too
Getting in the way of You
His own ideas trump the day
For followers to come and stay.
Crowding around and jostling for position
The Bishops slip and slide – their condition
Who will be the leader of them all
The will of God will show and surely call
The right man to the exalted position
The Bishops push and pull the rendition
Of simply the best – it could even be me
Never mind the others I want to be free
To make the rules and choices for God
He needs my skills, my mind and ephod
I look so good and in public relations
They’ll all tremble at my powerful persuasions!
Modelling myself on the simple Man from Galilee
Who found Himself nailed to a tree – not for me…
I’ll be in the papers and easily recognised
As the sanitised version of the Man who cries
When He sees what I’ve done to His precious people
Forcing them to acquiesce faith beneath the steeple
Liberty has gone and freedom has taken wings
The Bishops rule ok – the church bell still rings…
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