Jesus My Liberator
Given the truth will lead you into all truth Men under the rose so dispose to bind The secret machinery grinding to Cain Men set free they wrench back from whence they came In pretense they know the way man to man Tangled again the rent made now worse than Form of knowing know not Him that formed Nothing hid that shall not be informed Pulling you in alternate discretions Blind guilds using sublingual expressions The truth be known the whispers in the dark are heard in the light of the highest arch Pumping you up with promises they cannot keep Themselves bound and do not enter in I weep Turn key in a door to another way Claiming names seems right but only one saves
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2012
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