The Trumpet Child

The trumpet child will blow his horn

Will blast the sky till it?s reborn

With Gabriel?s power and Satchmo?s grace

He will surprise the human race

The trumpet he will use to blow

Is being fashioned out of fire

The mouthpiece is a glowing coal

The bell a burst of wild desire

The trumpet child will riff on love

Thelonious notes from up above

He?ll improvise a kingdom come

Accompanied by a different drum

The trumpet child will banquet here

Until the lost are truly found

A thousand days, a thousand years

Nobody knows for sure how long

The rich forget about their gold

The meek and mild are strangely bold

A lion lies beside a lamb

And licks a murderer?s outstretched hand

The trumpet child will lift a glass

His bride now leaning in at last

His final aim to fill with joy

The earth that man all but destroyed