In vain

You're vain in vain,
You have vanity in your veins,
You're so vain, it's insane,
in vanity insanity reigns,
You're vanity is interplanetary,
So I would go to many pains,
To define your vanity,
But sadly it's so vast ,
that my efforts are in vain,

Your vanity lacks humanity,
It occupies your brain,
You stand out in the street,
Looking for your reflection in each drop of rain,
you're so vain that you would follow each trickle,
Till it runs down the drain,
Like I said before,
Your vanity is insane.

In the main, it's a shame,
How vain you are is a pain,
But when I think of how small you are,
Mostly, it's in vain.

You'll hardly be remembered,
You'll never find your fame,
Amongst the billions who live now,
And the billions before who came,
In a universe expanding
In this multiverse, arcane
To think that this revolves around you,
Matthew Joseph,
It's insane.

The streets of Jerusalem

Hosannas now
Crucify then
the crowd will chant
in streets when
The king proceeds...
in front of them
on the streets
of Jerusalem

 And Palms will fall
like tears soon will
and wills will break
and blood will spill
and the face will fall
that made all of them
down in the dust, of the streets
of Jerusalem


Lauded now,
but bloodied then,
amidst the cheers
and jeers of men
the donkey now
will carry him
but he will carry
the cross and them
and drag the heavy weight of sin
out through the streets
of Jerusalem
And make a spectacle of sin
On the streets
Of Jerusalem


Hosanna to
The king on high
Hosanna to the heir
Of David's line
He's come to rule,
He's come to die
He's come to lay down
His life for them
Down on the streets
of Jerusalem
 

Signpost for the lost and found

And there it was
For all to see
The glory of
Your majesty,
The cross of wood
There in the ground
The signpost for
The lost and found,

Lifted high
For all to see
Your power
 And humility,
We look on you
In all your pain,
To live is Christ,
To die is gain,

Lifted up
For a little while,
The bearer of
All that's vile,
We look upon
Our sin and live
Humbled by
The life you give

Laid real low,
For a shorter time,
Dulled back then,
But now you shine,
You suffered then,
You drank the cup
But now you're high
And lifted up,

And here it is
For all to see
The glory of
Your majesty,
The empty cross
There in the ground
The signpost for
The lost and found,