Final Reconciliation

This video and all original music within it are released under the Creative Commons CC‑BY license. You may reuse, remix, repost, or monetize this content as long as you credit the creator. In the first division of days, the watchers wrote the measure, He set the sun to rule the hours, and called the names to order. Angels descended with scrolls of fire, sealed in covenant word, Lineage bound by sevenfold sign, the hidden statutes heard. Truth stood as pillar in the court, neither bent nor borrowed, Guarded in the mouths of the righteous, kept for the morrow. Then a shadow turned the dial, whispered doubt into the frame, Dates unstitched from their mooring, names spoken out of name. The Straight Line cuts the tangle, divides the night from day, It does not rise nor argue, it only clears the way. What was bent returns to bearing, what was lost is called by law, The Spirit stands as witness, the shield that none withdraw. Fixed as stone, yet moving through the blood, Carried as light, unbroken in the flood. Seeds of the lie grew thorns in script, a calendar grown stranger, Sons forgot the gates of time, and walked into danger. Yet in the silence of the fathers, ink remembered still, Noah received the ordinance, written by heaven’s will. Moses lifted veil from stone, Enoch traced the path again, What was covered came to surface, measured, whole, and plain. The Straight Line cuts the tangle, divides the night from day, It does not rise nor argue, it only clears the way. What was bent returns to bearing, what was lost is called by law, The Spirit stands as witness, the shield that none withdraw. Fixed as stone, yet moving through the blood, Carried as light, unbroken in the flood. Confusion speaks in many tongues, but truth speaks once and stays, Correction is not violence, it is the return of days. Covenant held in quiet hands, though nations rage and turn, The law aligns perception, the stars their courses learn. He realigns the broken hour, sets the feast upon its gate, Time remembers its first command, identity its weight. No more shall the destroyer twist the chord that was made clean, For the path is carved in precedent, precise, austere, unseen. From Adam to the latter seed, the thread does not divide, The Spirit guards the record, the order and the guide. The Straight Line cuts the tangle, divides the night from day, It does not rise nor argue, it only clears the way. What was bent returns to bearing, what was lost is called by law, The Spirit stands as witness, the shield that none withdraw. Fixed as stone, yet moving through the blood, Carried as light, unbroken in the flood. The crooked made upright, the stolen count restored, No more the evil whisper, no more the tempter’s sword. The years shall keep their Sabbaths, the jubilee its flame, And truth shall dwell unaltered, forevermore the same... Bä-ṣälotatä qəddusan… səmaʿenä ʾIgziʾo ʾAbetu... Amen