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Details | Lyric |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballade |

Sea impression

                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      

Copyright © Nina Mindova | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Coming of Black Jesus

From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain

lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.

Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.

Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.

The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.

the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.

The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;

when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!

And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace

and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!

    And so they're sold before they're old,
     mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
       while Jesus saves them, every one,
         .......if they do what they are told.
                       © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
                             aka Ron Wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |



Embodied is the mind.
The brain personifies.
I’m alive.
A big girl has become a woman.
The world may say I am nothing.
God says I am somebody.

I climb to ascend.
I went up to come down.
I bend my knees in prayer.
I open my mouth to song.
If I fail in goal, I did try to bring peace within.
Clearly, God and I are in unity.

Safeguarding the things that are important
Making the Lord the highest priority
Wearing the armor of God in all battles, strength is given by Jehovah.

Ascend to climb.
Come down to go up!
On bended knees, pray.
Song comes from mouth.
I shall not fail!
I shall be healed!
To those that desire unity, God is here.

Before and after thoughts have become, the past provides insight.
It will burn if I do not take care.
A blaze of light and I lack fear.
The need to know stands.

May God deliver souls!
May the Lord make all of us whole!

I descended to climb.
I am calm to be profound.
Praying to God through song, knees I bend.
I shall not fail.
My spirit forms.
God and I are one.


So I climbed to ascend.
I went up to come down.
So I bend my knees in prayer
I opened my mouth to song.
I did not fail in goal.
I did bring peace within.
Clearly, God and I are in unity.

I ascended to climb.
I came down to go up!
On bended knees, I prayed.
Song came from my mouth.
I did not fail!
I was healed!
To those that desire unity, God is here.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Song for Baptism

Into the water now I go to die
That I may live again
Live now O Christ for me, and no more I
Glory, I am born again

To your Holy Spirit I yield my life
Yield it again for me
By grace alone I win in all my strife
Thanks, O Lord you ransomed me

Under the water I take your image now
Day by day led by you
Your sweet covenant and law becomes my vow
Pray for me, Lord, keep me true.

By faith alone my flesh shall die in grace
O Christ, now cover me
Make me a witness in thy full embrace
Hosannah, you ransomed me.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

In the Eyes of the Beholder

For he/she who knows, has seen,
Beyond the vision of faux beams
Radiant, candid as the beauty keen
In the eyes of beholder's dreams

‘Beauty' conceived physical
Shows signs of mortality
Inner beauty seems biblical
Survives the soul of eternity

For the mother's exposed breasts
To feed her breast-feeding child
For when Blessed Teresa smiled at the rest
Thousand restless hearts she beguiled

For when an ugly charmed a charmer
Love beheld the eyes of heart
Hath the beast not turned warmer
Lore of beauty and the beast would fall apart

For the perceptions differ
Of thee and me
I may defy, thou may prefer
The essence of beauty

Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Tide of the Maelstrom

From seas of green, to darkened woe
The winds do blow the grief
In Maelstrom's tide, to havens low
We waken death from sleep

Harkened to the evening star
The evil calls the foe
Into the tide of the Maelstrom
Into the deep below 

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken
Into the whirlpool's heart 

The moon will shine from up above 
Till darkness ends the light
The moaning mist of deadened love
The sad, lost wings of flight 

Demon waters drown the glee
Of all remaining hope 
The gift to hear, the gift to see
Left us long ago

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken 
Into the whirlpool's heart 

Dark haven, cruel Raven!
Where shall you fall tonight?
The whole world is shaken
In Maelstrom's sick delight 

-experimenting on this verse; 
trying to make a four part 
acapella...wish me luck!!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Inside the Membrane

The pain I feel inside 
Can be derived from my dad pride
I sit alone at night
There is this emptiness that is
The squandering of time
pondering what life will be like
Who knew that twenty-one
Would be More bumps and lumps than fun
I want to dump this chump
Standing in front of the mirror
Waiting till its clearer
This Brings a sobering effect
Over thinking each step
It is like I'm playing freeze tag
With these mundane demons
And They always keep me in check
Because I cant see them
I have been contained and constrained
I complain of chest pains
Till my veins pop off like champagne
Bruce Banner's a freight train
Going insane in the membrane

So should I smoke weed then
To cope with this moping season
Cause my yoke is heavy
and dope seems dope for lots of reasons
Even though I do know
What the verse says in Ephesians
"Do not get drunk on wine...
Instead be filled with the spirit"
This is my one beacon
That's give me hope when I hear it
Its a choice for heathens
Like me, to write our own lyrics
Since death has been beaten
And no longer need to fear it
His love is infinite

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Melancholy of an Architect

He is an architect of soundscapes.  
Senseless with passion he stands 
before a pending deluge.  
Rapt is he to the resounding
din within the halls of his skull.  At night,
the architect will dream of faces
they smile and laugh—they cry and sigh, 
and he must reconcile with the knowledge
that he is responsible for their being, 
as incomplete as they may be.  They chant
his name at the brimming of the storm—he
hears their voices as whispers.  There is a 
grind which pulses perpetually through
as he hears the endless ringing, through rime
and reason.  As chaos descends upon
him, he peels back his flesh to better feel
the salt from the ocean.  Waves engulf him.
Although he is afraid, he submits to the
tempest.  Underneath the water’s surface
are endless observations for his eye.
Swirling shades of chaos glimmer above
as he shouts profound profanities to 
heaven.  As the storm recedes, the water
will dismiss the architect from suffering.
He then must dredge the bodies—blue-faced and
bloated—to the dry banks of his stream of
consciousness—where autopsies may yield some 
connotation, but never certainty.  

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Thousand Mile Stare

By Laura
June 17, 2015

The war has left my broken heart
But scars stay where they've always been
I wish I could forget those nights
The lonely, desperate tears within

I can't unsee those horrible things
The lies, the cries, the curdling screams
I'll never forget how it used to feel
When every nightmare was becoming real

Eye of the storm or salvation at last?
Finding the middle and calling it class
Maybe the sophists were spelling my fate
Selling wicked lies to the mass's estate

Such a sweet dream of foundation-less graves
Feeling good enough to think that, maybe Jesus saves
With everything to lose and even more to gain
Approaching this precipice with memories of pain

Sunshine starts to peak through the weary, summer clouds
Light enough to smile in spite of what they know
I'll never be the same cause I have seen too much
But I know how to show you heaven with a touch

Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |


Once upon a time I found myself at a
crossroads in my life.  I met the demon
patiently standing at that dark intersection
He has always been here, waiting for me
I had felt so entranced, so obliged by
his inviting demeanor that I 
Found myself hastily signing away 
in red ink—my soul on the pale white parchment.
It mattered not what pact or price, for I
Would have given it away for nothing.  
Truth be told, I never cared about
The conviction in the soul, or notion of salvation.
I felt no love in the skies from above
So I signed away that fictitious faith.
I would rather feel something 
Even if it is only regret. 
Unafraid of whatever may be my fate
I left my gods bleeding on the side of the road
I burned the bodies of dread and disdain.
Never again to doubt or abstain.
And I knew I would be better off without—
Without the guilt and inhibition
Without trying to stifle my ambition
No longer full of jaded hurt
Free to writhe within the dirt
And feel the pulsing of the earth.
All my desires be gratified.
All my cravings be satisfied.
And come to see the pact I’ve made
Between the world and myself.
Nothing promised and nothing owed.
Free to love, to flourish and grow
Instead of waiting for death to bring meaning

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

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Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

Within God's Loving Nest

Flowing water's ripple Upon dawns silent birth Spilling sacred songs In soft morning mist Chanting in rainbow colors In beauty light behold Entwinning purple velvet In ribbons of purest gold Flowing water's ripple Upon dawns silent birth Spilling sacred songs In soft morning mist To fly through weeping willows To fly beyond the edge Upon the hill of passion Within God's loving nest

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

On and On

Though that day was dry
But still that mother long cry
Would not stop me from making a try.

I know how rigid the wall
I know how strong 's the mall
And that made me tall.

Though Whiskey held my lip 
And rolled me off to strip
But it wouldn't stop me from trip.

Though it 's at first painful
But now it 's the most beautiful
And before God, I will still be grateful.

I know she did it for fun
And not realise what it 'd turn
But before God, she don't have to run.

Though that day was dry
But still that mother long cry...

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Be ready 2 day

God is the way to go, that is all to know
If you don't believe me, just watch my show
People all try to do just one thing
Worship him ,which is good, let the Angel's sing
Living in a cruel world is al- right 
Just make sure the devil doesn't get in your sight
I wanna know, where is everybody going
On a rowboat that everyone be rowing
Don't ever jump on the bandwagon 
Drugs, alcohol and that junk will leave you saggin
Life in this world is an everyday gunshot
If you don't move , then you gonna be blood clot
All we need is Jesus, the Son of God hero
The blood ,the wine ,in a wooden round barrel
The body ,the bread, just like some whipped butter 
Now the devil can't speak ,he's starting to stutter

Amen kid ,look what God just did
If you want to live the best way is him
For tonight,all I don't need is this fright
So comfort me, and lead me to the light

Copyright © Jessica Brown | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Realm of Tranquility

Wrap your arms around me,
Lure me to your tower.
Voice sweet like honey can hold so much power. 

Dancing with the Devil, 
Such a pleasant place to be. 
Let me dip my toes into the sand or just let me be. 

Carry me away from all this, 
Let me be free. 
Let’s fly away together,
Deep into the sea. 

These voices are so maddening.
Rip apart my soul.
I’m losing all control.
I’m losing all control.

Copyright © Angel Olmstead | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

No justice

The body count keeps Rising
My people are Dying
Correction, Our people are Dying
Am i wrong 
Is it only our people when we Stand 
And sing that Song
Land of the Free home of the Brave
Are we brave when we shoot an UNARMED Man
And sen him to an early Grave
Stop, Don't move, and put your hands up Hi
Even when we comply
We get shot and filmed so the world can watch us Die
No matter how clear the Situation
We still get fed some Explanation
Its usually some form of Fabrication
By a man in a badge that promises an Investigation
On other Men with Badges, That are usually Caucasian 
So surprise surprise "there's no Indication"
Even though as a Nation 
We know what we Saw 
Another reality episode of the Law Protecting the Law

Copyright © Clifford Cajou | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

With Your Two Eyes

With your two eyes, with your two eyes,
You tied me and pulled me
With a small smile, a naughty smile,
You pushed me away and ran to hide
Few days when I come to speak to you
On coming in front of you
I think that a look is enough and so
I move away without talking to you
That which both the eyes write,
A colorful poem, is love,
There is no word, no sound in it,
It is possible to read it even in silence.
Neither is it night nor is it day,
Will I be able to spend such time with you,
Which prevent us from being touched and from touching each,
Will such distances be reduced at that time.
I wish to lean on your lap,
On the other hand something prevents me from doing so,
This is a story which I have not yet told anyone else.
With your two eyes, with your two eyes,
You tied me and pulled me
With a small smile, a naughty smile,
You pushed me away and ran to hide
A place where waves don't reach and the wind does not blow,
My heart being such a place how did you enter it,
Not the body but something else which does not have any form,
Like God you came and mixed yourself with me.
Today I don't have any other thought in me other than you
Now onward my soul is not mine
Even death is not a barrier for me to live with you.
That which both the eyes write,
A colorful poem, is love,
There is no word, no sound in it,
It is possible to read it even in silence.
Few days when I come to speak to you
On coming in front of you
I think that a look is enough and so
I move away without talking to you
With your two eyes, with your two eyes,
You tied me and pulled me
With a small smile, a naughty smile,
You pushed me away and ran to hide

Copyright © Ankur Mazumder | Year Posted 2016

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The Salvation

Space is infinate,
we are but a tiny speck of nothing,
a little poof of dust in the galaxies,
but you cannot accept that,
a God must be up there,
waiting for your arrival.

Heaven is not waiting,
There is no hell,
death is there,
as a deep darkness with no end.

For it is like sleep only 10 times better,
Jesus did not come when he was told to,
because he is long gone,
into the dark peace.

It is like Santa but for adults,
so they can dream of a land where no corruption exist,
If a god loved us all, 
he would have ended us long ago,

If Jesus really loved us,
wouldn't he have saved us all those years ago,
For we are suffering,
through chaos, corruption, and violence.

The bible was created by only a man who wished for fortune in his hands,
A attention seeking priest,
soaked in gold,
A passing pope,
who learns the secret of life,

If God is real,
then show him to me,
if God is real,
where is he now,
If God is real,
Where was he then,
If God is real,
then we are all dead.

Copyright © Skyler McLaughlin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pastoral |

The Lords Prayer

                                               The Lord's Prayer 
                                     Our Father who art in Heaven
                                          Hallowed be thy name.
                                          Thy kingdom come. 
                                       Thy will be done on earth,
                                           as it is in heaven.
                                   Give us this day our daily bread,
                                    and forgive us our trespasses,
                              as we forgive those who trespass against us.
                                      Lead us not into temptation,
                                          but deliver us from evil.
                                For thine is the kingdom thy power is the glory,
                                                 Forever. Amen
                                                Matthew 6:5-15

Copyright © Felicia Jefferson-Weaver- Jefferson | Year Posted 2017

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The Life the World does NotWant Us to Have

The Life the World doesn’t Want Us to Have
We can’t have bubble baths.
Not tonight. There’s a whole
world out there and it’s trouble.
Dishes are soaking in the tub.
The water looks like wet clay
and we don’t want our bodies in it.
The only reason we die is because we haven’t
found the right person to be afraid with.
All we do is make love on the lawn with weasels.
When we are done licking men beyond reason
we’re  lonely. All they left were the lights off.

Copyright © Lyon Brave | Year Posted 2016

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Yahweh is Your precious name...
The One who remains the same...
You are God from timeless ages...
Your wonders confound super sages...

Yahweh is Your covenant name...
The God who sets the hills aflame...
You spread the skies like a robe...
Your glory garnishes this frail globe...

Yahweh is Your terrible name...
The timeless truth no one can tame...
Whirlwinds send Your whispers of wisdom...
The firmament foretells eternal freedom...

Yahweh is Your most amazing name...
The One who formed our feeble frame...
You blessed our body with Your breath...
And in victory, your swallowed death...

Yahweh is Your wonderful name...
Mortals and angels daily proclaim...
Holy Holy Holy, Lord God Almighty...
Your name is praised for all eternity...

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2017

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I say this to you
That this you must do;
Believe in your hearts;
And do impart;

It's not concealed, it is, it's...

It's truth unto man;
That so it's planned;
Every tongue shall confess;
Don't wait unto your last breath;
With controversy;
Great is the mystery;
He was (is) manifested in the flesh;
Justified in the Spirit;
Seen of angels, preached unto gentiles;
Believed on, in this world (somewhat);
Received up into glory;

It's not concealed, it is, it's...

No form, nor fashion;
Nor earthly reactions;
Believe in your heart of hearts;
Is where you must start;
It's not just a feel. . . Revealed

I lay in wait;
For the holy state, rules of conduct conflict;
I write unto you don't tarry long:
Be of good faith and courage;
With controversy great still is a mystery;
He was (is) manifest in the flesh;
Just to save and preserve us;
Angels seen some even heard preaching to the gentiles
Believed on in the world receiving up into glory, glory
It's not just a feel...

07/25/02  &  some revised words 09/16/17
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & Edward Walker
Arranged music by Edward Walker & James Edward Lee Sr.
Taken from  1 Timothy 3:16  &  2 Thessalonians 2:3

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

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Understanding in love

Something in your eyes,
Someone want to say this,
I have to go by reading,
Your heart is my crazy.

Tells your silence,
Let's close your eyes,
You do me love big,
But,it is unaware, bigger,
Some secret no more now,
Any of us here now,

I understand your love 
and talk to you from the heart,
That's why I think?

Your heart is my crazy,
Yes your heart is my crazy,

Something in your eyes,
Someone want to say this,
I have to go by reading,
Your heart is my crazy.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Distance of someone

We miss you, who hurts every single moment,
Sometimes it happens when I can not sleep,
Your words and deeds of the past have hurt the hurt.

You are not there now my world was just you.
Let's say now in the go where you are,you are only you.
Now the distance your love is troubling me every time.
Why do you torture me all that you leave?

We miss you, who hurts every single moment.
Sometimes it happens when I can not sleep.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Compliment of your love,

You are mine, my tune is also you.
You are the only me in the songs.
You are my first wish,
And you are my last page.
Out of the heart feeling, 
You are the only one secret heart.
You are settled in my breath,
and you are mine in my eyes.
Night is mine, my day is yours,
from heart to life you are too,
Say whatever you talk about,
You are her voice,
My tune and tone,conflate you.
You are my Majesty,
You are also my secret,
Those who live in me?
They are my life now.
Flowers are mine and colors are yours too.
In my everything is you are.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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call in love

Why do you do why we wait?
Love of love is love when it is day four.

Now if the thinking of the past will be out of.
The mind then why do you regret it?

Forgetting how we now cut off the day and night?
You just tell me now that this is question.

Or the distance between the distances is that this Wall,
Do something like we were together now.

Or let us tell you, how you do not love us?
Heart also asks me this question daily with you.

Why do you do why we wait?
Love of love is love when it is day four?

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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I'm sold
I was paid for a price
By Jesus,
Jesus Christ
Sold with His blood
I'm sold
I was given a spot
Within a room of a brand new house
I'm sold
Jesus have given me
More than Calvary
His love and blood
Has set me free
Has brought me out
I am saved without a doubt
Free at last,
I am sold
I was paid for a price
By Jesus, Jesus Christ
sold with His blood
Sanctified in His love
Made a new creature
I am saved by His blood
I'm sold
He's more than a million
Just one in a million
No silver, nor gold
Could pay for my soul
I am loved
Yes, Jesus paid the price for me
I'm more than gold
I am sold
By the washing of His blood
By the blood of the lamb

written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from the anthology 

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017