Myths of legend, and myths of yore.
The gap is bridged and the veil torn.
The rich replaced by sick and poor.
They that lose need never to mourn.

Debtors live in desperate grief
With worries blanketing like sheets
Wondering when that lawful thief
Will come and take their land, their seat.

But though the grief be thick and strong
How glorious will be that  throng
when debts are paid by fortune's song?
Broken made whole. Nothing is wrong.

The human sickness ever healed.
A single blossom in a field.
It's God's mercy ever sealed.
By a pact, and by one last meal.

Not one man deserves this gift.
'Twas we who forged this worldly rift,
But Life's not fair. God's our lift.
'Tis the lost coin. Gold that we sift.

So let's sow seed for ever more.
Don't be sparing. We've got a store
Infinite, abundant flow'r.
Don't be frugal with God's power.

God's mercy is what the world needs.
A blossom may spread with its own seed.
If another blossom treads
Upon that field, that great flow'r bed.

In this way is God's mercy great.
It chokes out the greed and hate.
How could one of evil abate
The flood waters, God's love, our fate.

While I find my place in the world,
I will, God's mighty truth, unfurl.
Hideous Strength in pain shall curl
Under Love, that beautiful pearl.
Leave the righteous to ever spin
In the dance of Love, ending sin.