He brings the stars out by number
As a shepherd calls out his sheep
By the power of JAH who never slumbers
But we're all fast asleep
He makes his sun to rise o'er head
The wicked and the good
And not the earth to spin instead
The way they say it should
The sun and stars move through space
Fifteen degrees an hour
The earth stands still in its place
By JAH's almighty power
From the heavens they did come
In multitudes not one by one
There were two eruptions I was told
In the days of Noah and the days of old
From God's good grace they did fall
From that sacred place, no return at all
They took shape in human form
and that is when sin was born
Women married unto them
Fallen angels all condemned
They bare children wicked ones
Evil on the earth had begun
That is when we seen his wrath
and eight were left in the aftermath
But these eight souls were good we're told
So which of the wicked ones broke the mold?
To this story there is so much more
Just read Genesis chapter six verse four
"There were giants in the earth in those days and even after that"
Children of the fallen ones the evil they begat.
Joshua smited many but let some go astray
Disembodied spirits that haunt the land today
I always wondered where my evil ways came from and now i know the truth
I am partially called the devil's son and the bible is my proof.
There’s no God but Allah
He is the Living Container
He is free from Sleep and drowsiness.
He is the owner of everything
That is in earth and skies.
Who can recommend to Him
Without His permission?
He knows everything
That is bygone and ahead of creation
No one can obtain even a bit of His knowledge
Without His help
His chair is everywhere
On earth and skies
He doesn’t become even a little bit tired
Of controlling these two things
He is the High and the Great.
T'was 1 AM when I heard loud trumpets
That never to fall from the mortal mouth
Issuing,seeping,vibrating my bed;
I was out with my gun,to demand loud.
The air seemed musical, and from nowhere
Soft voices Angelic noises:OH WHAT!
Who dared disturb another's peace in here?
I was hot.blood about to clot:who's near?
Soon a dazzling light fell on me:Oh hell!
All earth was soon to dazzle in its wake.
From the dazzling patch of cloud above fell
Angels in tender wings with all the quake:
As to make the earth rise and watch afraid;
Ready to announce Judgment Day.
So I fled to my bed's warmth
And threw the blanket right over my head.
He must sit back and just smile at sunsets;
The colors and quiet must give him great joy—
As do the sweet sage and morning violets;
God must be a cowboy.
He breathes life in the wind on the prairie
And sustains the green earth with the soft rain;
And he grows all the fish in the vast sea;
It is an unbroken chain.
Oh, you can hear him creak that old saddle
As he rounds up the skies and the whole earth range;
His eyes are on us and he’s not idle.
The only constant is change.
Yes, He rides beside us in gold grasses
And He watches our bedroll every night;
He helps us over all the high passes
And teaches us to do right.
And meekly we speak of Him by His name
As we take great pains to please and not annoy;
Knowing when we ride off back where we came:
God must be a cowboy.
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