Sword of Faith - Funeral Mist

Immaculate, flawless pride

The accuser of their brethren has accused again

An unerring throw of guilt without sin…

To and fro, up and down

Infallible, sovereign glory

O angelic serpent who filled the breadth of the world with tyrants

Come forth!

Wash me in the glare of thy shameless perfection

Violent prayers, roaring psalms

I have no voice but that of homage for Thee

Yes, my doubt is an open wound

Yet my conviction the salt within

Sword of faith

Breastplate of righteousness

Garments of vengeance

Locust and the helmet of Salvation

Naked splendour, pain divine, each breath is a cry to be sifted,

sifted as wheat!

Sifted as wheat!

Wood to the pyre, sifted as wheat!

Scorched lungs, solemn benediction

I shall make mountains bleed for thy holy mission

Sword of faith

Breastplate of righteousness

Garments of vengeance

Locust and the helmet of Salvation

…And he hath put a new song in my mouth

Even praise unto our God:

Many shall see it, and fear

And shall trust in the LORD!