The maker, the keeper of wisdom, the truth and light
Your ways steeped in darkness of the land
You are the maker of ignorance, dark destroyer of right
The earth is kissed by the sky, a gift from God
The maker
We step onto the path of stars, destined to make celestial history
First of a kind, last of a kind are we falling from his grace
Never again to see the light of heavens warm embrace
Man is kissed by the sky, a gift from God
The maker
Dust to dust, ash to ash and all that will return again
While we sit and rust in earthly sins, can you not feel?
Do not be asleep when you are called to come home
The graves are kissed by the sky, a gift from God
Life's taker
Rise
When the crack lands on the ice in me
Where will you be?
When the flash lights up the eyes that be
Will you see?
When the darkness swallows the dimmest
Will your light manifest?
When brimstone falls in tongues and cloves
Will there be greenery and light for the gentle dove
Carved in the cages of my sympathy
There is a mighty that preserves empathy
Down in that which cradles my brain is the inscription “my belief.”
There the cries of doom are blocked and faith sums my relief
Turn round, turn round
And face your fears
Turn round see who you really are
Turn round and follow the compass rose
Turn round and see the Lord
He was there all the time
But I couldn’t see
Immersed in all that dark stuff
Turn round and see
The opposite of dark is light
But there is no reason to live in shadows
When the light of the Lord shines
Shine, on, shine on believers all to see
Shine on me, oh light of the Lord
Shine on me, and that’s why
I love all you who believe.
Dear Susan,
I am an angel. An angelic being. I'm of the order of the first sphere- an angel who serves
as a heavenly counselor. I'm a cherabim. You may call me Cherabim.
Beyond the thrones are the cherabims. I am a gaurdian of light, and the stars. Remote
from the plane of reality, still my life touches your life, the divine light that filters down from
Heaven.
Last night, you focused so much on light. You needed light to offset the darkness in which
you knew you could not see. You saw the beauty that light could give you to see what was
right in front of your eyes. You chose fire and wax. Exquisite candles and lighters to light
them. This morning you saw the light, and it was good.
On the way home there was light in the sky; a silver sliver of a moon and a twinkling
bright star, yes, Cherabim talking to you! It was good!
With Light and Counsel,
Cherabim
Who is he that can show light its dwelling place?
Or carve destiny in to the hands of man or stud it in the sky?
Who is he that makes Earths foundation tear and shake?
And instructs the morning birds to sing their lullabies?
Who is he whose words cut through soul and rock palely?
Whose eyes behold day and night in similitude?
Who adorns the brightest light as a garment faithfully?
Who replaces the pugnacious sun with the placid moon?
Who is he that can burn a flame or drown a sea?
Whose semblance causes trembling to tremble?
Or who knows the beginning and end of infinity?
It is the same who knows, loves and created all.
Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path
i stay completely unafraid of wickedness and wrath
i stay guided and guarded through the cold and the heat
peaceful neighborhoods to graffiti ghetto streets
i march with the word while the wicked they weep...
where junkies in jungles stay hooked like pirahnas on potients and poisons and funeral beats
Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path
never hung up or strung up on the sins of my past
i carry torches of truth burning holes in the night
the darkness it flees from invasions of light
the crooked get straight and the blind they have sight
i keep marching into battle by His miracles and might
Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path
soaked and scorched in acid rain demons get a holy bath
a holy blast of godly power
evil empires crumble fast
setting free the refugees from those concentration camps
through trials and tears and year after year
tested and trusted and tough enough to last
Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path
Oceans of Light,
As it washes clean our hearts tonight,
It emits a presence stronger than a rock.
The men of knowledge say steel outweighs the rock.
Until a fire is ignited, I say,
Melting all the steel away.
But then water cools the flames,
And the clouds soon absorb the acclaim.
The angels are of light, as they move the clouds, and pour the rain.
But the light of the angels is maintained
By the Oceans of Light, I say again.
The Oceans of Light,
Are men without fright,
Is a woman with her faces beautifully bright,
Is nature with its wonderful sights,
Is ecstasy with its numbing delight.
The Oceans of Light is the scholar's pen,
The fighter's blade,
Our prayer's amen,
And the forest's shade.
It is the truth, hidden away,
A message only some can convey.
It is a mystical feeling,
An esoteric meaning,
A spiritual kingdom beneath our feet,
A peaceful abode our reality deletes.