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