2006-08-08 - runway wretch
got off track
what makes for all this crashing
the driving force of passion
the ache of inhalations
in the wake of destinations
which result in late frustrations
looking back
what trends produced the fashions
the objects of such bashings
those styles were big bird braineous
some, downright extraterraneous
but let's not be extraneous
this is fact:
all our goodness - filthy rags
ragged wolfish all are we
white washed tombs, empty bags,
apart from this one destiny:
back on track
God has the power to wipe us out
Yet makes way for us all
Builds us up, comforts doubt,
in this shadow looming tall
the temple of self worth
a mindset in the earth
a life that's independant of its source:
a gentle, loving, driven love-life-force
more than love can be
or all our thoughts can comprehend
more than eyes can see
Creator God, who calls us "friend"
Glorious - beyond imaginings
He raises us all up to live as kings
He substitutes our lack with all that is
continuously attendant to this biz:
the proclamation of this amnesty
to all the outlaws of His great mercy
come home to love
you know it's true
it's from above
a gift to you
[end of tract]
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