The sanctuary in the ceiling
I heard the skies rumbling beneath me
So, I looked out the window to see what was affecting me
But it was a flyover display signaling
that a big celebration was on the way
Are you ready for it, it is not done for profit
You are going to have a ball, and your spirit will grow tall.
We have been waiting for this for many years
But sometimes we fall short
And often times we lose heart
Sometimes we don’t care
But our country and the rest
of the world are expecting us to be there
All the ships are coming in and we are
Getting ready to sing, and rock with the big band
We will scoop up everything this year
As the turbulence around us disappears
They are all leaving; every mafia man,
Every don man and every bad man
Are exile from the land.
Time has conquer it all and wisdom
has finally quiet the brawl.
There is a sanctuary in the ceiling
And it is playing a peculiar rhythm
If you pitch too high, it will hold the
Rhythm in the sky and if you pitch
Too low it will spoil the show.
Take your cue from the wind
For the universe is getting ready to sing
Let the wind carry you and the heavens
will guide you. Let the wind carry you
and the sanctuary in the sky will protect you.
The bee hives are everywhere
So there is no need to fear
The honey is already ripe
And the bees are waiting for their bride
Listen to the wind as it blows
And measure the distance with your toes
I don’t like you but I have to work with you
We have never met but my sprit can see you
Especially when you fret.
Look for the little patches on the ground
And you will know how far you are from the “town”
Some people grow taller in summer
And in winter they cannot sing.
The sanctuary in the ceiling knows everything
It knows your heart your countenance and everything
And it sees you when you are sleeping in the dark.
The big day is coming and the people on the boats are
roaring and shouting. A hundred thousand will attend my
attend my wedding receptions and a orchestra of a million strong
combine with America, Germany, France, Italy, Uk and Africa
will roll the dark “ matter” away.
They will all play a tune from morning till noon
They will play separately, and do some rendition together
Then all join together for one grand finale.
The sanctuary in the ceiling is looking down at you
And if you understand it, you are onward bound
and you will wear the crown.
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