Children of Peter
In the weathered time fore dawn,
Darkness loomed within the forlorned.
A young girl innocent was,
Learned the secret of the thorns.
In a dark vestal bound,
Lay a secret buried found.
Two squired priests of this Earth,
Told heavenly tales not of mirth.
Till one night, thru God’s Will,
One came running down with a chill.
He whispered a secret of heavenly worth,
As the girl watched the eyes of the other grow gravely concerned.
The old man, face a relic of the now past,
Told the girl this secret in confidence unsurpassed.
Carefully he whispered to her the truth now vested to him.
For thousands of years we have preached to the earth,
Of the bounty of Christ –
And yet we also divided Jesus thru the vice of an Anti-Christ.
Two different people we were told they were,
To opposite ends of the earth.
And now we find, the secret is, both are of a virgin birth.
Why do you whisper, she asked quietly.
Is it not a good thing that they are both He?
Young girl, you do not see
With this truth, we lose our claim to brutality.
Note: Best if read while playing Steve Jablonsky’s “Arrival to Earth”