Heaven forbid, war breach its shores, Heaven forbid but still, what was the cause, O how can we know, What was the awful cause… At the very Throne of God, It festered day by day, but God is not fooled, He was aware, He knew it would come some day… Self was at play, day by day, self was at play for sure, but no excuse can be offered there, never O never, for sure… Who was this person and what is his name, who shook the very Throne, and caused the rift which never you’d think, could rend an angel’s soul?… His name was meant to shine in peace, son of the morning dawn, But Lucifer was not for peace, but was vying for God’s Throne… But time was ticking bit by bit, as he stood abreast the Throne, For he was the Cherub that covered, His wings outstretched above the Throne… How long did he harbor that unknown, which poisoned his very soul, until we reach the Golden streets, we surely cannot know… But as bread once fresh begins to mold, he mulled it over in his mind, why was he so exalted, left out of the counsel of God… Now he stood to the left of God, but One better stood on the right, this would be the Son of God, whose place was on the Right… Now the Son was called Commander, Commander of the host, and who you ask was this host, Angels make up the Host… Now some may with me disagree, but Michael was his name, as commander he assumed the name Archangel Michael of Bible fame… So Lucifer was jealous, He did not see Michael equal with God, but Just as he who covers, He placed the Son of God… Its time to stop for a time, to let this song soak in, and if you want me to continue, tune in again my Friends!
