Flock of God Lyrics

My hands were stained with blood

It was splattered on my brow

There was blood on my sword

That was dripping to the ground

I used to hammer iron

For plowshares in the field

Now alas, alas, all flesh is grass

Grown to carry sword and shield

I stomp the grapes asunder

For the king would want his wine

Given unto pleasures

Drunk upon the pride of life

Are there none that are yet sober?

Who is left among the lambs?

Has madness become wisdom?

As the sword sticks to the hand?

We no longer need a God

For Adam shines with common sense

And Abel slew his brother Cain

All in the name of "self-defense"

What if the martyr takes the stone

And throws it in return?

And the words of Stephen ring

"Father, let the sinners burn!"

Is there justice without mercy?

What would make man justified?

Has justice become vengeance?

A tooth for tooth and eye for eye?

Bride of Christ, arrayed in white

Oh how you have stained your dress

Is it blood or is it wine

That has dripped from lip to breast?

Could not love have made you clean?

Without blemish, without spot

Like a sheep made for the slaughter

A sin offering to God

Where is compassionate love?

We stole the crown

Where is our mourning dove?

We shot her down

(Alas, alas, the flock of God is lost)

What if Cain had spared the shepherd

Yet slaughtered all the sheep?

Would we hear the song of Abel

Throughout the ages as he weeps?

"Alas, alas! - the flock of God is dead"

But in truth, Cain has killed the shepherd

Only to scattered all the sheep

Thus, the sheep have become wolves

And Abel cries, eternally

"Alas, alas! - the flock of God is lost"