Because He Can
A flock of crows takes to the skies
The worker stops, the curtain tears.
To mock their cursing sneers and glares.
Mourning Heaven, screaming Hell.
The sun is black, the rain shall fall
To cleanse the ground as he cleans us all.
King of heaven?
King of Jews?
Their mocking voices shout, accuse.
The life blood ebbs, the Father cries
To save a land from its demise.
As when he dies,
As when he lives
He cries to God, and so forgives
The land from sin, the sin from man,
To take us home because he can.
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