The Advent

[Verse 1]
The arrival of the harbinger
Another soul that was foretold to emerge like his brothers
None of a king only but a messenger who brings
The torch from his duty that was bestowed upon him since birth
With that he only asks for worth in return
Glory not to be obtained but to sustain the holy name
But with adversities as the domain his perception has changed
His gift transformed into that of a curse, laying in rest
With sin burning his chest he begs for death
Outcast of the pack he hides his past with a mask
In order to fulfill his task at hand
The plans and the stars he foresaw have vanished
His mind panics on events that could potentially happen
How can one cure both the blind and the broken
When he requires the same need or demands even greater
Of course those who approach will receive abundantly
But those who dwell upon themselves continue to bleed
May he experience and exert love, joy, peace, forbearance
Kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control
I pray that he will find what he needs
May God be with thee as he struggles to believe
Had it coming along
Sorry to have kept you patients waiting so long
Been a long time coming
Four years in the making