were have we gone wrong
when i see another church but for the community the spirit is gone instead of helping the poor they just close the door as if there are lepers not to be herd at all seeing the shepeders as the slaughter there flock teaching things of hate instead of seeing the clock were have we gone wrong when we see the song of the goodness of creation falling to death and destruction were is the church in the community they seem to lack unity instead conservative rise of the deceitful lies there savior is politics that appeal to the demographics sucking the people of funds to pay for new drums they march and sing to the wolf devouring sheep because of them children will die in sleep because of them no one knows whats right lets forget about what jesus said to go out there and raise the dead lets forget about charity instead consumerism is the remity forsake the Torah melt down the Monarah we have to build an idol of the GOP title. instead of being separate from the world we will sell our pearl for exchange of power so we can destroy the desire thats were we gone wrong we destroyed the song 187 churches in pueblo not one ever let go of there outlook of society instead of hydroponics we get suck with exon economics instead of solar we get oil all over instead of standing against tyranny they thank there golden idol there will be no serenity if they dont let go of the title they forsake the poor they run them out the door they dont like any Jew that including Yeshua too because the forsake the Torah and they dont light no menorah the spirit left the church its just ghosts in search were we gone wrong lets focus on what we can get wright we can change our song and bring peace in the night lets focus on the text of what jesus said and lets resurrect the dead lets go out and plant trees more oxygen to be free lets go out and invest in solar so energy can be cheap lets set up hydroponics and set up better economics cheaper food for everyone not one will go hungry no not even one because we can send out missionaries with new technology and we will open the door of church for anyone in search the doors will never be shut 24 hours worship will be the thing so everyone can sing and we wont force our belief to people who dont want relief and we will except cultures that are diffrent form me and we will bust down our idol sell it for a bible that how we can get it right thats how the revolution will fight.
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oh my fawn
how you look during dawn Darling blue eyes i see in the breaking day of peace from a rest i do slumber is this a dream or shall i lumber in my fantasy when i see you everyday i dont know what to say just a trickle in the pond like a river with the swan, oh my fawn do you have a name please dont be gone for i am awaiting the fame you buetiy is a flower like never i seen my days your presentce is a tower that sticks out throughout the land oh, my little fawn your aurora is intoxicating in makes me crack in song do you know im fluxuating i dont know what to say when i see you leap on the presents of day like a puddle of the mourning dew as my eyes gaze apone you you shower like the waters in the ocean tide or shall i say little otters singing on there hide. oh my little fawn how you dance to song like the dear in the presents of the forest light smell of your inceints to heaven up high to my little fawn i admire your desire maybe we can go venture and climb even higher like the mountains of Tibet or the Jerusalem sunset or the plains of Ireland or the clouds of Greenland but my little fawn none of that compares to you glicening in the sunset i just look at you but however little fawn i seen you run off maybe i startled you or maybe im just wrong but farewell little fawn run and dance to the light because you are the dawn of all i seen tonight. time to flutter
time to fly apon the wind i come by to the distance apon the leaf i shall sleep to fly up apon the loot find a flower like a tower time to fly time to flutter the desire in me
for i can see to spread my wings so i may fly forever shall i know the power of my show thy mist is my life at my height for i shall know why when i spread my wings to fly the ever corn of my attribute to be held in solitude for then my desire shall make god higher so i can ever be in my destiny. god you are my destroyer
you are the one who makes danger the one who can truly cause pain but i know its not in vain your the cause of our reality the good and the insanity you do this so you can grow me because your objective is to build me you destroy so you can create because you are god the creator you are in me i in you so do you will so i can be with you god you are my destroyer because your my creator and i love you im sorry my twins
im sorry for leaving you im sorry about everything i wish i can see you i wish to hold you you made me happy in the beginning the first 7 months of winning i was waiting for you to come but now it seems death is winning how can i overcome hard for me to show I have to be strong for you mother but i cant seem to overcome seeing you two all so blue my twins sometimes i regret you sometimes to hate you sometimes i wish i had to done better but time is the septer im sorry my twins im sorry for leaving you but i wish you been born i wish to see you sworn at least alive one more time just one more day just give me more time your mother is in pain for me its not the same god just heal them i read that you could please god give them please i would take me instead i wish i was dead i tried to be better but i just cased more pain nothing between us will ever be the same sorry my twins sorry for leaving you my beautiful my love
you are the wisp of my eye when i see you i just want to cry i am here can you see i will hold you till i die no song can i sing will mean anything unless you are the one who is by my side my beautiful my love will you take my hand i can show you thou out the land for our love is holy our love is wise will you walk by me for the rest of our time to Jerusalem tomorrow were we shall be my beautiful my love how can you be. wondering in the midst
of people who are whispering about the strangeness of the mist which seems to be me i wish i could be talking or even just a hi but because of who i am im just the mist that gone by to the people i am nothing just some strange guy just the thing they hate or shun when i walk by seeing people pretend that i dont exist because im the guy who is wondering in the mist. |
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