In the midst of seven candlesticks stood the Son of man
Decked head to toe in a fashion grand
Hair white as wool, piercing eyes aglow
Sounds like many waters — you hear him, you know
FIRSTBORN
Redeeming all, price fully paid
Redemption draws nigh, be not afraid
Eternally alive, death to life’s breath
Carrying the keys of hell and death
Carrying the keys of hell and death
In his right hand, seven stars that shine
Life and death in his tongue divine
The first, the last, he is all you need
Lay down your burdens in Christ, be freed
FIRSTBORN
Redeeming all, price fully paid
Redemption draws nigh, be not afraid
Eternally alive, death to life’s breath
Carrying the keys of hell and death
Carrying the keys of hell and death
Poet Cea 