The Anointing
Greetings here from up above
Our words for you are ones of love
Tis now the time to break the mold
And plan for things when you are old
Plan for pastures lang and green
To be a part of what you've seen
And cities small with walls of glass
To weather storms and watch them pass
Maintains guard you from the cold
Above a land of times of old
Though waters will move towards the base
There's much to do here in this place
Move ahead with those we've chosen
Proceed as if all time were frozen
Bring all thought to just one point
So we may know who to anoint
