DERELICT MAN.

Have you been to the Gibbet Tree,
And seen the Derelict Man taste his wine,
Crowned in thorns,
Busy, dying bruised and broken?

Derelict of Daddy,
Derelict of Man,

Is really our holy Lamb of God,
Stepping into the rubbish that is now our lives?
You who celebrate you know not what,
If you have not already been to the Gibbet Tree,

Derelict of Daddy,
Derelict of Man,

Now the Gibbet Tree is empty,
Our God will come again, not riding on a pony,
But as Captain of his Daddy's Army.