Abundance floods over deconstruction,
shame buckles, gives way to redemption.
The height of the arc of dissipation
of thought against God is its ruins.
Light of the Father reveals dark structures,
an underbelly built above ground.
The angel of light flickers, his glory ruptures
as Heaven’s radiance of Good News rays out!
Come, you false lions of nations,
roar defiance, though futile your lusts.
You can try to shame the Church’s believers,
but its Head ever defangs your lies,
Whose foot will soon crush all serpentine.
shame buckles, gives way to redemption.
The height of the arc of dissipation
of thought against God is its ruins.
Light of the Father reveals dark structures,
an underbelly built above ground.
The angel of light flickers, his glory ruptures
as Heaven’s radiance of Good News rays out!
Come, you false lions of nations,
roar defiance, though futile your lusts.
You can try to shame the Church’s believers,
but its Head ever defangs your lies,
Whose foot will soon crush all serpentine.
