Mystic Cord

Late one night the wind was blowing
Like an ocean through the trees
The air was charged with fearsome presence
And it drove me to my knees
I hugged the earth like Karamazov
And my tears bedewed the grass
I could feel the planet tremble
In my arms as he went past

I was born to preach the gospel
I was born to praise the Lord
But he filled my mouth with silence
And he cut the mystic cord

In those days existence sparkled
A million diamonds filled the air
With every breath I drank in wonder
Saw secret wisdom everywhere
'Go seek the truth!' the Lord commanded
But the truth tore through the veil
Of the mystery and the meaning
Where my soul had sweetly dwelled

I was born to preach the gospel
I was born to praise the Lord
But he filled my mouth with silence
And he cut the mystic cord

Then there came the dreadful knowing
Of evil that is here
Interlaced with all the beauty
Co-created in one sphere
Now the doomsday book is written
And it's filled with human smoke
The heart is bitterly divided
Beyond belief, beyond all hope

I was born to preach the gospel
I was born to praise the Lord
But he filled my mouth with silence
And he cut the mystic cord

Now I'll live with what he's left me
These tangled weeds of thorn and briar
In the dark and empty desert
Where no voice calls from the fire

I was born to preach the gospel
I was born to praise the Lord
But he filled my mouth with silence
And he cut the mystic cord