As
life unfurled, I sought to find true love;
a
dream to cure the angst within my being.
The
lure of random lusts, my heart would glove,
their
messengers kept blinded eyes from seeing.
A
neon Sign was nailed upon a cross,
obscurring
all resemblance to a King -
No
random death was His - to Satan's loss!
This
was the price of my gold wedding ring!
A
ballad of His broken heart is sung,
by
saints and angels to their Prince of Peace,
as
they await the Lamb whom sin once hung,
till
heaven's bells shall chime and sorrows cease.