Kingdom of Priests

Who knew that this kingdom of priests

Would make such a mess?

Every day another news cycle

Spins round with the tales

Of priests bloodied from offering

Sacrifices to Baal and Trump

While the approving shouts of the masses

Drown out the cries of the faithful

Tales of priests abusing power and women

Lusting after both, respecting neither

How can this be?

And yet, no respite seems to be coming

O the great high priest Jesus

Sworn to come again

Has taken his seat on high

After lying dead in the ground below

He who has the name

Carried above every name

Will sanctify it

Through this kingdom of priests

Saints marching forward

Exhausted from falsehoods of the brethren

Will reach that blissful rest

In the shadow of Zion