First, life was quiet: childlike sweetness, peaceful nights
The garden was kept real nice
The army was standing by
He’s the King, on the straw
who would be our new Lord
And his angels are here
separating the wheat and the tares
Since there is warfare, such dilemmas, The Divide
Though soldiers, our hearts had stopped
as most of the garden rots
Not a baby, anymore
but he prays for us all
And his angels are here
separating the wheat and the tares
I want to be here, in the end
I want to be here, when he returns
the pillar and foundation of the truth
And there’s such beauty, all around me, what a life!
And there are such peaceful nights
I can’t understand quite why
Judging earth, and its prince
he’ll return as its King
And his angels are here
separating the wheat and the tares
I want to be here, in the end
I want to be here, when he returns
the pillar and foundation of the truth
If a man finds his enemy
will he let him go on his way well?
Deliver us from the evil
Your neighbor
And his angels are here
separating the wheat and the tares
I want to be here, in the end
I want to be here, when he returns
the pillar and foundation of the truth
May they say of us:
They have been a wall to us
both by day and by night
all the days we have been with them
Physically, I don’t represent much more than a shepherd, or a sentry
but spiritually, I represent the authority of your Everlasting Lord
Your neighbor
Merry Christmas!