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
 The lion lies beside the 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