Beautiful, thank you very much.
Another:
The Drum
The drum is sounding in the night,
O listen to it beating,
a dark foreboding heart it throbs
Without a moment's ceasing.
When Eve chose dark instead of light
The first stroke hit the skin,
When Adam joined his choice with her,
The rhythm then began.
The choice was made, the beat began
To echo to the ending
The world was torn with sin of man
The dark beat never ceasing.
Abel's blood cries in the night,
Listen to it moaning,
Violence at another's hands
Without a word of warning.
Lust and pride and greed march on,
like some perverted treasure,.
And anger hurls them all along
Its army without measure.
But a whispered hope came with the fall
Of someone who would come
And heal the breach and make things whole
And still the beating drum.
He came as to us as babe in arms
crying in the night,
The answer to our spirit's woe
the one to make things right.
With his own heart's blood he made
The salve to heal each soul,
To bind up all the wounds of sin
That terrify the soul.
The time of healing nears each day
that passes through our hand,
The drumbeat grows more frenzied now
As the clock runs out of sand.
And when the last grain passes through,
with maddening cacophony,
Abel's blood will moan no more,
And the drumbeat cease to be.
And when the last beat of that drum
echos in the night,
He will bring the morning sun
Renewed, and clear and bright.