The flood
Lord,
In this good world that you created
Which the saints have beheld and appreciated
The land that flowed of milk and honey
Has turned awry, cold, and bloody
Our hands, they reak of crimson blood
Unaware of the coming flood
Save us, oh Lord, from this pitious fate
Headed towards dire and tragic state
By our own hands we kill our brothers
Smearing its blood on one another
Our hands, they reak of crimson blood
Unaware of the coming flood
Out of love, as man you came
To raise the dead and heal the lame
To wash our hands of blood and sin
You gave your blood as medicine
Despite this loving, selfless plan
We still chose not to understand
Driving in the nails, our guilt sustained
The Lambs blood, on our hands remained
Our hands, they reak of crimson blood
Unaware of the coming flood
Profaning the grand sacrifice of the lamb
Severed from God, we usurp “I am”
And thus the serpent gets his way
Trapping us till judgement day
But Lord you are a merciful Lord
If we but knock, you’ll not ignore
Pour forth once again your blood
To save us from this coming flood
