Ye of Little Faith

Hail! Hail ye all the Mighty One!
Fragile as an icicle,
He rides his horse across the sun!
Cross held high, see him fly,
Across the majesty that is his sky,
He's the spirit of a past from which we come!

Feel his breath beneath your wings,
As you soar in His illusion,
Weaved inside his web of dreams,
Close your eyes, step inside,
See the miracle that He implies,
His truth may not be all His truth may seem!

Upon a white mare he does ride,
Has he come to fool us all?
Is He the Christ or Antichrist?
Come to deliver or to sever,
Drop before his might and cower,
Pray that He is here to save your puny lives!

Behold, a red horse follows Him to war,
Cutting down the infidel,
To spill blood from a fiery sword,
Cut and thrush, eat the dust,
Churned up from a slaughter lust,
The genocidal passion of His Lord!

The scales of justice indicate,
A black horse, skinny to the bone,
There is no meat upon your plate,
None to feast, nor to eat,
What be the true price of Wheat?
An empty, swollen belly is your fate!

Death upon a pale horse rides,
To reap the lives of mortal men,
His sweeping apocalyptic scythe,
Cuts them cold, steals their souls,
Sends them back to their makers mold,
Back into the madness of their minds!

The king in his majestic grace,
Holds strength in his fragile words,
Acts upon a penance made,
Take his hand, He's the man,
Who'll lead you to the promised land,
Spread his words, ye of little faith!