The weight is such a burden
And all the world it aches
and groans for its redemption
it trembles and it shakes.
The light it seems so weak
Just a sliver in the dark
A tiny shaft cut through the night
and such a tiny spark.
We cry in silence to our gods
And here we see the best
It comes to naught and we are left
With nothing but this test.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” -II Corinthians 12:9
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The World Slips By
The world slips by
I can feel it fall through my fingers like tiny grains of sand
The night moves on
And now is come like the brightest sun
All in my dreams are safe for a time
But great things begin to stir
And terrible consequences brew and bubble
The world will soon be on fire
and not just in my dreams...
I can feel it fall through my fingers like tiny grains of sand
The night moves on
And now is come like the brightest sun
All in my dreams are safe for a time
But great things begin to stir
And terrible consequences brew and bubble
The world will soon be on fire
and not just in my dreams...
Friday, July 16, 2010
A Break In The Shooting
The shooting stopped days ago
Must be wounded good
but where are you progenitor?
And why should I have stood?
The last round hit me bad old man
Did it shake your grave?
Did you weep and cry for me?
To see me misbehave?
You'd think I'd been done feeling this
And long ago done trying
But all the world's awash in this
And all my heart's for crying.
Must be wounded good
but where are you progenitor?
And why should I have stood?
The last round hit me bad old man
Did it shake your grave?
Did you weep and cry for me?
To see me misbehave?
You'd think I'd been done feeling this
And long ago done trying
But all the world's awash in this
And all my heart's for crying.
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