Holy Smoke, it's in my breath,

The smell of Spring, the taste death.

Grandeur illusion, not to blame,

Time conclusion, place the same.

Like four billion years ago,

The Maker came to say, "hello."

"Blood was shed to let us know,"

said the man who mediates.

He came to be, He came to go,

It's true Love that accumulates.

Blood red shirt, Blood red shroud,

feel the hurt, confess out loud.

"Follow me," I heard Him say...

"There's life to live along the way!"