Band of the Chosen Few


There is a band of chosen few

Who stand alone and comfort you

And when they find the fairest one

They know that it is everyone

Who ever stood upon a stone

And cried to heaven

Please lead me home.

So here I am before you all

And here I stay to comfort all

Who come my way and stir the pot

Of righteous love and Holy thought

Of usual strife and Common fare

To lay the step upon the stair

That leads to light

And leads to truth

And says to you

I am the one

Of the Band of the chosen few.

I represent me and I represent you

For one is all

And All is You.


Nancy Tate, 2002