326900
5
Down a line, along a time, supposed
There was a word carried in whispers
No one knew for certain, outside dreamers
Yet such is the revolution in a promise
Dutiful in turn, easily missing insight, ethers thrust
Furthest from minds at least, in the midst of strife
Appointed from the very last, 2b first once more again
Unseen callings scheduled for upheaval under the nearest to the next sun shine
So though we tarry in the comforts of magnetized bias
We can be likened to how close the center is to a mind is to a heart
Nothing changes until forgotten, for the anointing takes time
Such a grand entrance is made to those who care to gaze
The father is ever present, so it shall be upon further returns
When the dawn rejoices by blessings sure to come again from the furthest Son
