In the year two thousand eight
are we to grovel in despair?
No, for He bestows with magnaminous care
a Covenent, unfathomably great.
All this despite voluntary expatriation
from our Living Kingdom.
So we are not One Nation
but fractured or fallen christendom.
Of venom we are all drunk
but are presented with real deliverance
in the Living Antidote's perseverance
a rope into the darkness we've sunk.
Let fall joyous tears
as we release tenacious fears
and find the place to trod
with our fruitful God.
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