a passing moment
the glory of a red sun
poured onto the world
some reflect and some absorb
a few are even transformed
a passing moment
the glory of a red sun
poured onto the world
some reflect and some absorb
a few are even transformed

stirring in slumber
in the belly of winter
awaiting rebirth

putting first things first
being thankful for the Gift
all others follow
life always goes on
no matter who may have fallen
the river flows on
no time to bury the dead
feed the sheep and carry on
breaking human rules
teaching with authority
dying prophet’s death
rising He gave one command
yet now most remains unfed