© 2011 Francis E. Baca
© 2011 The Urantia Book Fellowship
It seemed you were favored, Urantia.
With gifted Prince Caligastia at the helm
Progress was smooth
You abode in the truth
A bright future for the immature realm.
Then the System Sovereign let darkness enfold him
Exalting himself Lucifer went astray
Assuring worlds he would lead them
To “self-determination” and “freedom”
There was war in the heavens that day.
Lucifer’s aide, Satan, came to Caligastia
And urged him to join in their plan
To spurn evolution
And embrace revolution
Progress ended and mayhem began.
It was a catastrophe of chaos and confusion
Bitter harvest of the Prince’s betrayal
“Liberated” peoples on a rampage
A speedy end to the rebels’ new age
Urantia adrift, like a ship with no sail.
Yet throughout the grim years of rebellion
A saga of valor and heroism was told
Of Van and Amadon, who stood fast
With Gabriel’s armies to the last
Gallant leaders of the Father’s shattered fold.
Spiritual dark ages followed
In savagery the races continued to languish
Still Van did not falter
He said a Material Son and Daughter
Would come to lift the world out from its anguish.
Van’s followers built the Garden of Eden
And what joy when the day finally came
For the world to receive
Its new rulers, Adam and Eve
And all thanked the Father, praising his name.
But isolated and alone on a rebellion ravaged sphere
Adam and Eve’s bright hopes turned to despair
Caligastia, sly and adroit
Seized the opportunity to exploit
The frustration of the well-meaning pair.
Although warned not to mix good with evil
The noble duo would become impatient and stray
Reduced to mortals they fled
The lands near Eden flowed red
The apostate Prince once again had his way.
Oh Urantia, what more can befall you
Is there no end to your sorrowful plight
Are you doomed to remain
In misery and pain
Have you any strength with to fight?
But the Creator Son had not forgotten Urantia
When Michael enacted his final bestowal
Of ten million worlds he chose
The neediest of those
To reveal the Father’s mercy and love for us all.
Melchizedek and John the Baptist made ready the way
For Jesus, who the dust of earth trod
Consumed with the desire
To do the Father’s will and inspire
Mankind to live as brethren in one family of God.
Christ’s bestowal brought an end to insurrection
And the wicked rebels have ever since
Been stripped of all power
Can only helplessly cower
Before the man-God, the planet’s new Prince.
Urantia remains a sin-darkened sphere
Though with an Archangels division at hand
And the universe humming
Over Christ’s second coming
It rides the threshold of a future quite grand.
You’re one in ten million, Urantia
And when all is said and done
This “World of the Cross”
Of suffering and loss
Is the envy of all Nebadon.
One in Ten Million