The Lamb of New Jerusalem By the holy temple swore That the erring Sons of God Would be separate no more. He swore by the holy temple And made a pledge that day To send his Holy Spirit forth, East and west and south and north, To rescue those who stray.
Still in New Jerusalem, Astray but in belief. They dream of separation And imagine worlds of grief. They toil but with illusions, And struggle to be free. But freedom is the gift of God Which they must choose to see.
Within the foursquare City, On walls of Jasper stone, And all around that golden quad, His feet with golden sandals shod, Walks forth the holy Lamb of God Before a golden throne. And from the throne his Father Proclaims his mission thus: Unto those Sons who do not see That they are one with you and Me Appear and show them they are free And prove they're one with Us.
In thought he makes departure, Assuming human form. He goes to save his brothers And face a rising storm Of hatred and rejection From those he would reclaim. But they are lost in dreams of fear And consequently do not hear The truth his words proclaim.
And so he prays the Father For guidance from above. How can he teach these blinded ones That they are one with Love? How can he show them where they live? That heaven's where they dwell. For they are blinded by the lie That they are flesh and blood and die, And see but what the body's eye Perceives - a living hell!
And still a way is needed To rescue those we damn. And so the Christ, in Jesus' form, Must brave the senses' firestorm And through the cross his self transform, Ascending as the Lamb. Now there's a path to follow, And follow it we must, Beyond all time and space and dates Where New Jerusalem awaits. For now the Lamb holds wide the gates And waits while we transcend the dust.
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