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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I. Gray dusk, chaos, grave loss. All yours before divine blood came Walking amongst the rot, rumors and tumors of the wild and tame In quest to satisfy their wame To take them from valleys to peaks by a flesh littered cross That salt who cursed fruitless trees And revealed sepulchers filled with dead men's bones All beneath heaven's thrones He gave his words to troubled seas that their winds should preach his peace And his blessings are all yours indeed to keep II. There's a place in time There we'll find the chief cornerstone a worthy sacrifice There we'll kneel and bow, never to behold his eyes We'll cry glory, glory to three grand kinds Elohim, our love is all yours And we pledged against the falls Never to go back the way of the sinful and slug In search of victories that be all yours In search of answers from one great source III. I am of he who made the years I am of he who hung up on the cross for my sake and cursed my fears His head bore a crown of thorns, laden with cares But he still arose a king crowned with roses and stars that never die So I fall on my face in his courts and there offer through grace Sincere praises from my spirit, a living sacrifice In his kingdom, you'll find a tree with twelve different fruits You'll find his many doves that eat from his hands You'll find his worshippers empowered Unraveling mysteries, dwelling in his secret place, enshrouded by his shadow Frowning at the things unsaved men do first become Just to end up at square one, unholy and loathsome IV. When men, like deer, drink water from his streams When we dream and walk in other worlds What do we make of the unending clips of life? With all her coffers full of gold and her mines full of treasures What do we make of all her knowledge unsearchable? What becomes of things even we can not decipher? How do we enter the gates our fleshes can not go through? If all of life and these worlds were yours What would you do that would be better than the source?
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