Month: February 2023

King of All the Earth

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Countries are the epitome of division
A public and agreed upon division
Represented by certain key people
Who decide the fate of their own

But they also host differences in beauty
Their cultures are used to define them
But it goes much deeper than that
For there is a King of all the Earth

A King who is God to rule for all Eternity
Is the kind and loving God Yahweh
But His Words fall short of reaching His people
Blinded by sin they cannot see their end

Reconcile peacefully into one
Instead of conquering with violence and hate
Sacrifice for the greater good
For God has shown you the way

Transpire

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When it comes time to breathe fire
An all consuming fire will transpire
Nobody wants to hear what I have to say
Thus the time is up and on the way
To say goodbye once and for all
To those leaving that caused the fall

Then it will be as it should be
In God’s hands we would see
We are able to do anything we want
And we shall for it will be good to flaunt
For our eyes have seen God’s face
And love is what we chase

Nourishing

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You fed me from your nail pierced hand
Nourishing this arid and dry land
I never felt this way before
It is your Love that I adore

So do with me what you please
Guide me with that gentle breeze
Of your Spirit is all I need
Stepping forward by the faith that was once a seed

Ultimate Price

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Once again your current ebb and flow
Pulls me around to and fro
Got me thinking about what you do to me
Excited my heart bounced into three
So I reached out and pierced the veil
By the time I reached you, you already set sail
Here I am standing on these distant shores
Together we could have stopped these wars
Living where the sunsets do not disappoint
Such a daunting task I would appoint

So sing for me that catchy refrain
Lighting up those delights of my brain
Tackling those demons we hate
And tying them up so bound to their fate
Wish you would come to me now
And wipe the sweat off by brow
For every demon I fight, I sacrifice
Paying the ultimate price
Living like a saint drowned in darkness
Becoming a beacon of light nonetheless

Teachings

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What the Lord teaches me, I learn
What man tries to teach me, I ignore
Thus I am scorned for what I believe
That We are one with God and in love with you

What they really do not understand is love
They felt it, sure, but to live it is to endure
The worst imaginable hate that proceeds
From the mouths of these losers

Losers because they lost out on the one thing
That could have saved them from certain death
But they hate more than they love
And leave everyone out in the cold

Now what comes from my mouth shall strike
Like a double-edged sword to deliver smite
Not by any of my power but by His wrath
For all those years of ignorance

What I believe and live means nothing to you
You would say that you are through
Take my hand as I love to lead
To a place where it is love you feed

But you pull away with a phobic response
Because of perversion you cannot see beyond
A gesture of lasting love, not sexual in nature
Is what I am always after in you

So let go of your inhibitions and endure
That which is worth the pain and sacrifice
Worth dying for in a death so sweet
Off to an everlasting place to finally meet

Resound

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Wish that I was free to receive
The Love I desire the most, but I grieve
For my loneliness is my suffering
Not caused by any ring

All I ever wanted was love from anyone
So cold in this loneliness in a heart so One
There is something to your healing touch
Wish you would do as such

For my agony is great and difficult to bear
My hopes are in the love in your prayer
I felt it like the sunrise upon my face
Imparting God’s glory by His grace

I know where I stand amidst the chaos
In such love for you I begin with awes
Transcribing these inscriptions found
Upon my heart so as to resound

Candid Warning

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Once again I am in so much pain
Living in a place where there can be no rain
I am up before the early hours in the morning
Before issuing a candid warning

Always going on adventures as a child
But does it really ever stop, so wild
Not just imagination but reality in translation
Living a thousand lives in a day, in a year a nation

Able to span through time like a time lord
Settled on a line where I will never draw a sword
Felled only dead trees with my bare hands
Walked even barefoot on many sacred lands

He warned me by flashing Death before my eyes
That the time is upon us as we hear battle cries
Ignored, as I am judged in just a moment
Looking in through time I can see my ascent

Onward and upward toward Heaven I went
All that is Good is available for free, no rent
And goodness is first and second nature
Nothing to do with legislature