The Reign of Red

biblical paradigms of gigantic proportion
demand each step be made with caution
questioning faith wavering in the heat of adversity
like the lines of heat off a Son scorched city


who can believe that which cannot be seen
shifting truths of where its been
fools of faith on shifting sands
feebly reaching for outstretched hands


contrasted colors bleed an apathetic blur
who provides the healing redemptive cure
the floods of life cry tears in despair
as the faithful wait for the One who cares


more marvel is made at the finished creation
as the creator sits as the cornerstone foundation
for without Him, nothing can be done
He insures every battle will be won


with His grace the thirsty drink and the hungry feed
and in His love we are the fruit of His seed
to beacon hope in the valley of the shadow
from the dead above and the living below


to calm the storm in its desperate hour
by the strength of the almighty power
our countenance sharpened man to man
when we surrender to His plan


look beyond what is obvious to be seen
for that which is eternal has been washed clean
temporal things fade and get washed away
like the mist of a flower in the heat of the day


put your faith in the life of One
who came to earth as God’s only Son
who could not be held in the cell of the dead
lives of the faithful saved in a reign of red