The Chord

He had everything

He had everything to lose

Who can judge or accuse?

He gave everything

Just so the leaf could bud from the tree

He gave everything for me

Tongue can never tell

How much he gave for Israel

Within his own light

He took measure

Then folded the measure

for his pleasure

He called the measure a chord

He alone was its Lord

With his suffering and love it resonated

At its every node it hesitated

At every node he made a fold

He circled the ratio and embedded a code

He gave everything

Just so the ear could hear

He gave everything

So that love could sing with fear

Tongue can never tell

How much he gave for Israel

In the morning of eternity

The chord will dance with certainty

Forever every song will tell

of the love he gave for Israel