The day of the lord and the sixth trumpet |
Falling stars upon the field She is standing in the kitchen there is trembling in her hand From the vials seen out her window their burning stars start to pour Loud the sixth seal and trumpet blow... Be no longer children’s lore Through its pane a star’s reflection boldly marches down the hallway like a glistening beacon A salient soldier’s banner forging ahead in great glory proudly bares its glittering spear Her morning dreams lie barren A shattered cup on the floor There is streaking in each shadow burning sculptures in the sand There is a firestorm in the glass and vast shaking in the land Who’ll withstand these hungry horses with their tails of fire and brimstone Their nostrils spitting froth and foam each talent of boiling rage Sieving the sky’s blue dalliance into rampant confusion She always knew that flowers die Beauty withers on the page when it is yellowed and darkened Its message lost or ignored Now from whom all beauty was formed man’s arrogance reaps reward Who’ll plant the fields or harvest grain when the keepers hide in their holes and the seed rots in the corner Who’ll quell the fires when firemen hide in their lakes never deep enough to quench the flames that burn inside She knows it’s not turn left or right but only to trust in the Lord Food withers, water evaporates What’s kept, by thieves can be found A year, month, day and an hour is long to lay underground No missile can offer defense for one to one will not hit two plus thirty two grand per hour due Who’ll protect the lavish parlors and the vaulted thrones of man’s heart where his ego sits so pretty She perks up her kitchen and vows to fear not the next minute For her family she must teach “His love for us” as our shield is greater than stone roofs galore and the comfort they might wield Science and wisdom can’t fathom the woe of His three woes Right side up is now upside down One is killed but not the two And reprieving not even the sea is this swarm of audacity Her children scamper to her knee Her husband shuts the curtains and looks to her with thankfulness For them sorrow won’t prevail Falling stars upon the field is the voyage they must sail Soon, her children were heard to sing “Burning arrows from the sky from His bow they did fly Falling stars upon the field Our God Is Lord, He’s our shield” |