2004-05-29 - won2
dusk reduce the depth perception
as I cross this gorge
give the night a warm reception
give me strength to forge
composition order and a mold to pour my mortar:
the mix of all that time has let me be
the truth my eyes have opened up to see
the ways and means to live this fantasy:
a chance to know what it's like to be free.
mental prison I was bound in
the pain my brain was poundin'
the funk I junked around in
oppressive weight surroundin'
pressin' in on me
stressin' out daily
strangled in the fire of burning waste
fuel for combustion after-taste
hell's hot breath behind me
every crime would slime me
someone please remind me
God still saves the soul
rescues from Sheol
comes to heal, console,
faith brings His control
without which it seems
only in our dreams
comes the gentle streams
good news angel teams
rays of otherworldy
glaze and mother pearled-ly
vibrant color prisms in the air
all the love a quiv'ring heart could bear
nestled in the arms of loving care
eternity's involved when faith is there
but if you turn away then please beware
there is no help outside the ark of prayer
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