The morning after the garden
Did not come at once
First the cross
Then the silence
Then the third day
And a grave
No one needed
To guard
A song bears my name
In another age
The Lord said to my Lord
Sit at my right hand
Until I make your enemies
A footstool for your feet
I did not know
Whom I was singing
I only knew
It was not me
He has taken his seat
And he waits
Not for lack of power
Because the until is still running
He has taken his seat
And he waits
And read the list closely
Who goes under the footstool
Not Saul
Not the watchers
Not the men with the lanterns
No human being
The last enemy
To be destroyed
Is death
The thing gets crushed
The people
Get another offer
He has taken his seat
And he waits
Not for lack of power
Because the until is still running
He has taken his seat
And he waits
And say this too
So no one boasts
We do not yet see
Everything put under him
He has taken his seat
The footstool is in the making
But one thing we have seen
And it is enough
The feet on the footstool
Carry scars
What holds death down
Are feet
That were driven through
No boot
Nowhere a boot
He has taken his seat
And he waits
And we wait with him
Not in the dark
In a morning
That has already begun
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