Myriads of myriads of mistakes
One action without detailed thought
And a fruit to be the cause of darkness deemed distraughtTen thousand years of history
The fathers of our faith, son after son
One promise fulfilled to see the morning light
He the flaming torch, to walk between the bloodTen thousand years of history
Four hundred spent in vain
Out of Egypt they were brought by the one to take the blame
Ten thousand years of history
Men of religion, the prophets of the gods
Baal to gain the throne, to shut the gates of promise
No land for the forty, no land for those who wait
Ten thousand years of history
King after king after king
Obedience brings a blessing, the other brings a curse
The north swallowed by the east, and Judah soon to follow
Ten thousand years of history
Seventy spent in exile and proscription
Sent to rebuild a temple weathered by corruption
Let him guide us home; let him dwell once more
Ten thousand years of history
Four hundred spent in silence
Broken by the sound of a woman groaning in the darkness
The son of David, here and born anew as promised by the prophets
Ten thousand years of history
Three that ended with a centurion who understood
The day of atonement mirrored by the needles, pierced through hand and foot
Ten thousand years forgiven
By the one who shed his blood
