BEYOND BELIEF

Washed white,
We stand in blood.
Strange, is it not?
 
Sprinkled clean,
Our consciences are clear.
Strange, is it not?
 
We're unvanquished,
Winners in the War
Yet losers and sinners.
Strange, is it not?
 
We died with Him,
Were buried
As he was,
Yet live in Him.
Strange, is it not?
 
Days will die.
Sunlight ends.
Darkness comes
And Evil bends
The countless myriad
Teems of earth.
Yet we will reign
Time out of mind,
Time without End.
Strange, is it not?