The lowly

Piteous, weak, but by nature abhorrent

The fallen

Throwbacks to a distant age

They clamour

United in aspiration

Grovelling for their redeemer



As prophesised 

They turned their voices

Towards the heavens

Using the arts

They called out into the void

"Oh Lord, enlighten our souls"

In nescience

You know not what

Your exaltations have unleashed



It hears

The ovation falls

On open ears

Yet you know not

What your exaltations have unleashed

It hears and it doth come



You know not

What your exaltations have unleashed

It comes

Sing the hosannas and it comes

Sing hosannas and the great host comes



You called for me 

And you shall have me

Through your eyes

I shall pierce your souls with fear

And then you shall run