Christ 44 - Joy
God you rescued me from stressing messy tests and blessed me with the best, hid me in your nest beneath your wings, so I bring you singing, you're the king- everything you made is grade A, day by day I break away to pray and stay close and hope for the most, since you chose to approach and coach me in the way, no roasting ghost is supposed to boast in their choice to voice and live in sin, when you begin to call us in- name by name, nobody can blame another for brothers and sisters in Christ insist he paid their price, the nicest gift to lift the dead, and sift through wheat for the banquet wed. A dreadful day to some, but there's NO present like your presence, meditate on heaven's end when you send your son, it's done. quick like a guns click and shift the tick tocks of clocks into eternal flocks of sheep abiding with the rock, a love so deep. They're just sleeping, it's OK. They'll come back when it's the day.
Copyright © Bryce Albe-Quenzer | Year Posted 2014
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