strong drink

when the King arises

He runs to us

These words, weapons, shields

Tokens of splendor 

Silver refined in the crucible

(For what is crucible but a fancy word for Cross?)

Gold fired seven

Times this burning

Brighter than the sun

Distill this ghost of a man

Standing close to a lone Word

Strong enough

To call him from the grave

Back to life

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