Whole of the Redeemed

Whole of the Redeemed

Whole, redeemed,

Lord, when I envision your face, I see gleam.

It is so not of the flesh that it would seem,

That it is but a dream.

Through the aroma of a beautiful garden of roses,

Your face can be seen,

Your beauty can not be compared or foreseen.

The majesty of your appearance tells me,

My God, you are the king of kings.

My heart beats with the liveliness,

The vigor and glory of what it is to be alive in you Lord,

You give the armor, I carry the holy sword.

With that which I slay the demons that haunt my flesh,

Yet I still have a long way to go with the test.

Still life will always let me know that you are the best,

Cause within my heart is where the Lord of Lords rests.

I will attain your purity within my soul,

I will try to uphold the laws that are whole.

I will do these things until I reach my grave,

And find myself in a higher place on the higher plane.

And I will talk to you of the memories I share, as I watch the sun,

And you will respond, "My son, that is a job well done."