Gaurden

Love is rose a river blade.
You look to perfection as seasons past
Instead of precious seedling blasts!
God is not be hind you, no!
But ever before us does grow
Torn asunder shackles 
Legless reign, I renig
Father tear down webs of past!
Pour heaven down  in full Sun shine
Break chains of fall pre tens
Eradicate the igno rants of division.
Those polo tics to n'er play fair 
Sting, bite, infect, inflict,  in law do  they,
Washing torn brains of them, we are today,
No more, I knock I do on Heavens door. 
They scattered us father, with wine 
Sleepy wrath deceit. 
They think perfect was born.
But then wd it not be soiled at life's first storm?
Perfect love is ever growing,
His endless seed.
He planted us, and hid us in darkness chained
Treasure of heaven, thru us does claim.
He is ever before us a whispering wind,
Stairway communication is found
Through being lost you lay down his 
Cross at Fathers feet. 
Lay it down,
We've carried it long enough.

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