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All Yours
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?
Copyright ©
Ebenezer Mcdappa
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