Divinely Mortal

Music carries sparks of holiness
from loftiest heavenly heights
We are entrusted, emotional souls
in joining that which is holy and profane  
Creating immortality in sacred harmony
 
How could mere man have stolen
the most sacred song of the dawn?
Angels sing the chorus reverently
that masses now carelessly devour
 
Mortal voices arouse Divine Mercy
No other creation above or below
has such power over their Creator
Riotous angels rage in defiant envy

Shameless theft of holiest melodies  
causes a rebellion the likes unseen
All the Celestial court calls for revenge
The Creator turns to them a deaf ear
 
Mortals have the potential for power
Greater than all of the heavenly host
a few have ascended alive to Heaven
The Creator has descended at prophet’s request
 
How can such temporary beings like people
dare to make such demands of the Creator?
Only mortal physicality is fleeting because
souls travel from Above to Below repeatedly
 
Humans are both mortal and divine
Made in the image of the Creator of All
Unlike angels, we have free will, choice
they have no existence past their singular tasks
People unite today and forever by living