The builders have rejected
The keystone once again
Brushing aside contemptuously
A chance to free the world from pain
How long before the denied chance
Be greater for the mess
All are out of tune or deaf
To one crying in the wilderness
Who would live on locust and honey
Being scorched by the desert sun
Troubled in the wasteland
Carrying the beast of burden
A lifetime in the waiting
Fulfilling prophesies as a quest
There is no one who is better than any
Laying in the wilderness
Would the way be paved with gold
Or laid with spikes and thorns
Who was standing on the riverbank
A thousand cuts waiting to be born
The washing of hands of innocence
A faceless horde bayed with bitterness
A lingering death is sad remorse
For trying in the wilderness
Would you send your son with a message of love
To those who you know would kill him
Forgiving how much this world can take
Comprehension of this is un-filling
The spoken word is as powerful
As a military death in full dress
The end of the world is shaking
Who’s dying in the wilderness
Come brethren take this stone
And key it into its slot
Together the lion and lamb will lay down
Amongst the blue of forget-me-not
Give to all who ask of you
Judge not less you be lest
To give to others is to give to the one
Anno-domini in the wilderness
