There's only one who'll save.

There's only one who'll save
the world from utter death,
though we be all but knaves.

He'll come with loudest rave,
and give the dead their breath.
There's only one who'll save.

With new clothes they'll be paved,
those wakened from their death,
though we be all but knaves.

For only one can save,
who quickened flesh with Breath.
There's only one who'll save.

The One the heart's soul craves,
Who's Life defeated Death,
though we be all but knaves.

This bravest of the brave,
Who gave Himself to death:
There's only one who'll save,
though we be all but knaves.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos