New Face

do you think the holy chorus
an homage to your name
all angels align in jubilee

to your record you've made free of shame
vestals lot blameless
all folly remembered not
a made man of your own premonition
a prophet of heads whim

but the master is one who made you pretty
your heart still filled with that shame
its the son's record you've been given
no need therefore to mask your shame

its him he is perfection
its him his beautiful face
we behold alongside his glory
now and only now
neglecting our folly
we feast on the masters face.....