In such as the Bable of languages,
some try to build a tower to become gods.
All of their words have lost meaning,
where their hearts have become heinous and sad.
Now a World of degradation and hunger,
where inhuman indifference pass for compassion.
But Jesus had something more than just words,
His life and Truth infinitely more valuable.
Did you like the snow when you were here or
when the harvest moon filled the atmosphere?
What about the summer sea
when you walked in Galilee?
I can see you everywhere I go
in the moon light and the snow
I see you by the summer sea
walking on the water you rescued me.
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I didn’t hit a single word today
My mark was off by a long way
I tried to reach you in my own way
But I’m three out of three today
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The Terror of The thirties, so say the Russians of old.
The Law of the first of December and no one could escape the woes.
Hundreds of thousands upon thousands dead in the snow.
The Linengrad devil tried to steal their souls.
Randomly killed for a quota and no outcry could be heard.
Stalin killed his own family just to feed his evil rage.
Rivers of blood shed we never seen to learn.
The terrors of the thirties let us turn the page.
I dreamed I was flying, the sole purveyor of the spectacular beauty below
with my Eagle eyes I could see exactly where to go
I flew over the spines of breathtaking mountains and white capped oceans vast
Flying up to the High Heavens all the galaxies in my path
while the gold dust of the stars showered me like rain
The Sun has tilted and pulled all the light away
Her world is a hue of lavender blue
The dreams shifted inside her that day
and she stayed there all afternoon…
I am breathing underwater and not wondering how
I am praying to be rescued but not sure if the time is now
Gravity feels heavier than it use to but in the water I am weightless
I can no longer hear the angry world and could not care less
You are so close I can hear but not touch you
You are The Holy One well acquainted with Truth
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Confusion has a cost
Like skimming off the dross
It all goes swirling down a drain
Leaving oily globs of pain.
The Trojan horse is chaos
Now enters your thoughts
The battles swarm like bees
The Word of God cannot be defeated.
Take heart
Because you are not crazy
You are a warrior
The Battle is the Lord’s.
So, listen for the sounds of spring
Listen for the bells of victory
You will take flight on His Wings
Let your praises ring!
Take heart
Because you are not crazy
You are a warrior
The Battle is the Lord’s
It is an early morning rain
blue crystals falling from the sky
Oh all the words won’t come my way
the search for them makes me high
I saw you sleeping in the candle light
coming round to that place where we bleed
Oh all your thoughts won’t come my way
each idea planted like a row of seeds
It is an early morning rain
a symphony falling from the sky
Oh all the dance steps are ours
or at least to give a try.
