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Silence So Divine

Silence so divine
When the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening
when at night the moon shines a bright light and glittering
stars fills up the sky.
when the morning air is at its purest the mist covers the mountain tops
and when the dew falls on a flower a sweet aroma escapes in the blooming hour
early in the morning in a moment of silence so divine creation speaks aloud
that's when nature is complete

When the brightness of your heart shines pure love from your eyes
only than I know my exsistence has a purpose,
at the touch of your hand it's like the dew on a flower in that same hour
the atmosphere of my soul is filled with that sweet aroma of eternal joy
and in a moment of silence so divine my heart speaks aloud
that's when I know you make me complete.

Never have I thought that a love so divine can be a love so mine
Never have I thought that a love so pure can be a love so secure

In silence so divine, this my heart says:
I love you

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Voice of My Heart

Voice of my Heart
I miss the sensation of your sweet breath against my face
the sound of your angelic voice that echo's without a trace
the tender touch of your hand
that my enervated heart can not with stand

A constant building up of care
that no longer I can bear
It's my love for you I need to share
so it's you my love, I seek out there

Mountains I will climb
impossible it might seem, but I care not a dime
oceans I will swim
even though my changes are slim
valleys I will go through
for what ever the obstacle my content is you

My love for thee is indescribable
for thy divines is indefinable

So speaketh the Voice of my Heart.

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We Call On Him

We call on Him

We call on Him when not a thing we have to eat
We call on Him when clothes we have not to wear
We call on Him finances we cannot be beat
We call on Him when circumstance to our eye bring a tear
We call on him
We don’t ever call on Him when we prosper
Not even a sigh of relieve nor a whisper 
When we stand witness to the sun as it rise
Not even then we call on Him to say thank you nor to recognize 
We call on Him when it suites us best
When He calls on us, it’s like a bullet hitting a bulletproof vest
Yet He allows us to call on Him
So yes, We call on Him
We call on Him

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Thrown Away

Thrown away
Never got the change to laugh, never got a change to cry, never even a change to be tough
Never succeeded nor failed, not a talent where ever unveiled
Thrown away
A new life supposed to be celebrated, but now instead it’s illuminated 
Why O why does mothers throw away their newly born baby
Or rather must I say murderer for a mother of such deed will never be capable not even maybe
Thrown away
Deserted, left alone, forsaken, rejected, discarded 
Hasn’t even had the privilege to receive a name
O mother young or old, rich or poor, black or white who is to blame 
Why throw away a life with which you were mutually matted 
Thrown away
In a gutter, along the road, in trash can, in a river bed
There lays a leader, a father, a mother, a Preacher, a helper 
There lays Country, there lays the world
Too all the babies that lost their lives before they received it, we salute you 
We acknowledge your life 
Thrown away 
Is it not us that is thrown away, is it not us that needs be found
Thrown away
We are lost when instead of Life we bring death
Thank you Lord that you grace is free – not a dime nor a pound
Upon us Lord do not bring your wrath.

Lancelot Hill

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He Is Alive

He is alive  
He went down but not under
They sealed Him off but they couldn’t keep Him in
Mary searched, but an angle answered
Look not for the living amongst the dead 

We spat on Him some of us still to
We mocked the King, and yes some of us still do
We crucified him, ya some of us still do

Neither we nor they, not even them no one
No one could kill him
For His life were no ones to take, but only His to give

He is alive

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What Is My Name

I know who I am, because I talk to myself
I listen to me - I understand what I say
No I am not confussed
I reach down into the depth of my soul
what I fined is what I put there
No I'm not delussional
When I speak its not the first time I hear 
for whatever I say comes from me
No you might not know me, but I do
My name is
In Touch With Myself

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In Beautiful Africa

In beautiful Africa

The sun don’t shine – it brightens up your life  
The moon don’t glow – she brings a glimmer in your eye
In beautiful Africa
The African wind doesn’t blow – it embraces 
Bright lit skies – is the ace’s 
In beauty-filled our hearts beat like one drum
In celebration together we come   
Birds singing, lions roaring
Water falling, eagles soaring

In beautiful Africa, where we are
In beautiful Us Africa forever lives
 
Lancelot Hill

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I Don'T Even Write No More

I DON’T EVEN WRITE NO MORE
I don’t even write no more
Instead all I do is fight, I fight in the morning
I fight at night sometimes even in broad day light 

I fight in my thoughts; I fight in my heart
I fight who I am; who I became was cause I fought who I was

My emotions sets flight, flying high
Facial expression describes sentiments never uttered
I strike a question and yes I pose an answer  

Oh wait…………… why is so quite? It seems that the….the….
The fighting stopped. I do a dip stick check 
Thoughts all quite, heart beat steady, spirit high, emotions balanced
Who are you, are you me – what the heck 

I am so use to fighting it even affected my writing
The war is over that’s why there is nothing to write 
I found inner peace, oh man it’s such a delight

Is it now the end, no of cause not for never will I ever stop to write 
That was merely the end of a measly chapter 
The book is far from over …right?
The words of my life will be of its reader, the captor.

Lancelot Hill

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It's a New Day

It’s a new day

The sun raises over you, fresh air is free no need to form a queue
Birds are signing sometimes you feel it’s just for you 
Chest out, head up high 
No need for a gloom like sigh
It’s a new day
Clouds up in the sky, sun falls behind the horizon
Darkness creeps upon me detaining my vision
I hear no birds, yes it hurts
Chest in, bowed head
A sunny day al turned bad
It’s a new day, after I’m sad

I wait not in Eagar expectation
Instead I go forth in meditation 
It never stays away
Comes tomorrow
It will be my day
No time for sorrow
It’s a new day
It’s a new day

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Face To Face

Face to face 

Lord I want to see you 
Your loving grace
Lord I want to feel you
Your mercy Lord
Father I need to be near you
The power in Your word
Jesus I need to hear you
Someday lord will I see you

Face to face

Lancelot Hill