How long 'til you find it has rained all these years?
Your parry and thrust bring no end to my tears.
Aloft in fear's flight seeking love to prevail,
The hand you won't hold holds the wind in your sails.
On thru the night marches discontent blind.
Each step falters further, no freedom you find.
Onward still onward to capture the crown,
So closely I follow, yet no joy you've found.
There is no greater love than this:
That a man would lay down his life for a friend.
This struggle yeilds sorrow, each seed soiled sounds:
Black trumpets, dark timbrels, light struck to the ground.
But rise again rise to pursue all the more,
To lift and to flower love's banner of war.
Once scattered and broken the good seed springs forth,
A light in the darkness to alter your course.
Great branches extend, growth eclipses the past,
Off'ring shade to the weary, the will to stand fast.
There is no greater love than this:
That a man would lay down his life for a friend.
No terror, no torment, sweet dreams now alive,
Spring showers at morning your hope to revive.
The peace you've lost seeking through frivolous arts,
You now know as home, so no longer depart
To steal from the world all to you that's been giv'n
Abundance in mercy so that earth is now heav'n
Without fear, fight or flight, the inheritance won,
Yet precious blood spilled to call you dear son.
There is no greater love than this:
That a man would lay down his life for a friend.
