I see a Kingdom somewhere beyond this fog
That displaces my vision to see the long…view of life.
It floats between The King and this mundane-life-drained-membrane of reality that we call earth
It hides the hope and glory and all the worth
Of all that is beyond, in that place where our brothers have gone
Oh I HATE the fog
The Kingdom is greater than the haze, that distorts its display
The streets are gold and light is so bold
That no shadow takes hold and no darkness control
The mind of the ones brought to the Son
There you are free of the chains that tie your heart to these affections, worthless from the start!
But there you join the King in life only sought
In dreams, we’ve barely seen, or begun to proclaim!
This King’s name? Oh… that will change the game
You see this King, He is no thing ordinary.
He is power itself, greater than all wealth,
The victor’s crown to the cast down
He alone is risen above, as love enthroned
Matchless, Supreme reigns this King
You see this king is grace in place of failed schemes and self-righteous dreams that lead to false victories!
He is majesty itself, and His light is so bright it stands in stark contrast to this worlds filth-y excuse for truth.
You see this King had a people who destroyed the majestic peace that nevermore was to cease
That very nevermore came at our hand in our master plan to reject the God to man love that we supposed was too cold for our souls.
So, broken from our heavenly home, we became cursed to roam
The sands of meaningless self-exalting frivolity
Attempting to find a calm to be
Some sacred rhapsody to set us free
There was no rhyme of song to replace the King our souls long to see.
There was nothing but chains to bind our unrelenting hearts and minds,
chains of our own making providing the undertaking…
No hope, No life, no freedom, no strength, no breath
Only the cold stiff stench of endless death
But remember that King? He rose to redeem
The heart so cold given rhythm of the soul
Imagine this King sees His subjects in need, kneels down from above, gazing into every eye that has scorned his love!
In furious rage He stands from His throne and comes down from on high to make war all alone!
He brings with Him no sword in his hand or malicious instrument with which to punish man.
Only love and sacrifice to engage the bent.
Frailty and majesty intertwine in the heart of this King
Broken and small He wins back us all
Not with the power of force but an exchange, a change of course.
You see, we were destined to breathe no more the life of liberty
Enslaved in a cage that we created we were more than simply ill-fated,
We were dead
But this failing King laid an exchange for you and me
He staked His claims on my dead remains and breathed life, removed the chains…
That so desperately trapped
He took off my chains and bore them Himself!
He made the exchange taking poverty over wealth.
He became death that death would die and I was given hope and more than that… life!