Are You Meant To Be
Hear ye, hear ye, the clouds have come dull.
Oh, see, see how little that pinnacle shines,
caw caw call the flying gull.
watch, the water is like death's river passes.
Look, oh look, blood is pouring down.
Hear ye, the reign of blood has begun.
Christus Victor stands at the gate of dawn.
Tomorrow will not need come; hence, He has won.
See, see the sky is dark, but the eyes are bright,
they flood the prophetical color into the dark night.
Here, smell the Holy place burn, it's very much still here.
Stand and see, will He not pick you up?
Upon fall, upon call, here or there?
Let Him in, he wants to sup.
Can't you tell the person you've always dreamed of being
Might not be the person you were meant to be, from the beginning?
Copyright © Me Me | Year Posted 2015
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