2004-11-09 - do dey?
this peace inside this daily truce while human pride works for the juice a backward slide into the use of life for my own pleasure I search to find a measure of worth in my own skin my hunt for buried treasure apart from faith-filled leisure has brought me to the fissure of fire and smoke within there's not much rest outside the boundaries damn this quest for anvil foundries blacksmithed forging iron will this is warring in me still struggling for the cushion searching, striving, pushin' I must draw inside and take the way less tried the highway pre-paid ride the matrix upward glide the cross onwhich Christ died and resurrection stride if perhaps appears the power for the unbewitching hour when the lightning strikes the tower and the dead arise the light from which the evil cower who will stand the final hour basking in the glory shower reaching for the prize arriving in the skies we cannot close our eyes to all that this entails there's only one who's wise the one who knows the size of that which faith applies yes he alone prevails he takes hold of the cross his gain is counted loss he always counts the cost he knows love never fails he trades the juice for sauce he trembles at the Boss he knows Creator's toss of heaven, earth and skies And runs from this demise: the dead that doesn't rise
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