The Sentinel

My voice is risen in the wind
The words are gone away
A warning not to heed is lost
Upon some future day
I walk the fields in rags and scorn
But still the grip is strong
The harvest moon is burning bright
And the day of work is long
The world will lie in His embrace
'Til all have run the race
And fullness comes to us
We'll taste the dew of heaven's morn
A chance to be reborn
Into a paradise
No dream can imagine or restore
Though many to the vineyard come
To drink the wine of life
The messenger has been cast out
And tasted of the knife
The keeper sent a lovely one
Who surely they perceive
But the sons of darkness struck Him down
Their own hearts to deceive
The world will lie in His embrace
'Til all have run the race
And fullness comes to us
We'll taste the dew of heaven's morn
The chance to be reborn
Into a paradise
No dream can imagine or restore
Reap the whirlwind all ye lost
Gaze upon the treasure's cost
Grace will open wide the gate
Nevermore to change our fate
The signal echoes loud and clear
My heart makes no mistake
The oracles hold onto us
A rebels will to break
The world will lie in His embrace
'Til all have run the race
And fullness comes to us
We'll taste the dew of heaven's morn
A chance to be reborn
Into a paradise
No dream can imagine or restore