This
Might be the end
My first friend
Who will not get to see his kids
To become men
Lest we forget
There's no defense against it
It is so beautiful
All of this ugliness
Exists in a greater whole
The kingdom of Jesus
Like colors in clear light
And the coming of night
Inevitable sights
Will still surprise
It's the nature of things
There's no separating
Distinctions from the source that unifies
It's a kingdom with suffering
And a promise of resurrection
A steady discovering
Of the limits of our perceptions
Words and music by Brody Bond. © Brody Bond. All rights reserved.