[Verse 1]. If cunning was our birthright. Then falsity became our sport. Beings like trellises of roses. And vines whose beauty so splendidly hid. The vicious biting of recompense.
There can be so much tragedy in a smile. Such desperation in embrace. We all ache for a taste of humanity. As the widow for one last glimpse of her beloved's face.
There has always been this sneaking suspicion. There's something critical we've missed. More connected than ever before. Yet we are all dying of loneliness.
[Verse 1]. I drove myself out into the wilderness. Not a forced exile, I'm just searching for bliss. Blood orange crescent moon. Illuminate the blacktop's running lines.
Let the Kingdom fall on this place. Those who have never felt Your love. Feel Your warm embrace. We will proclaim Your continuing creation. Made evident by our many reconciliations.
I swear this isn't the end. But I still feel so alone. Even when I'm surrounded by my best friends. Word's can't penetrate. A tree in the wind. I bend.
Your tradition was an illusion, a monstrous pillar of ash towering high, blacking out the sky; illusion of substance.. As we pull that tower down, we saw Heaven kiss the ground..
The nights ablaze with blue and red,. blurs gliding silent.. As the first arrived on the scene,. illuminating so vividly. the darkness of man, obscene..
You are the topic of every epic we have ever been told. And as I stand on this cliff, the wind whips through me and I am made bold. Once again, Your presence creeps into my consciousness.
It's 2 am, as we pull into the humble hotel.. German countryside; everyone is shut up tight.. Warmth and light welcome, as all file inside.. I entered, belated, to see our troop elated, faces filled up with joy..
This could be the One, the King to come and break our chains!. Ambassador of change. We were hungry, filled with fish and bread. How could we relent when legions remain well fed?.
"You don't want to go in there," is all the officer said. His face pale as the dead. The ride-along saw white grow on his head. Hand on his clip, cold metal on his hip.
Raise your glass high. And share with me in my joys and grievings. I toast to the mountains and valleys. To the future and the days gone by. I invite you in with good humor and levity.
Little Richie was the runt of the litter, given a thick hide by father and brothers.. Identified more with his sisters and mother,. always felt a bit different from the others..
[Intro]. "We haven't been what you call 'in love' for a while.". "Did she know that?". "She knew it first.". . [Verse 1]. The butterflies I'd felt. Had only begun to cut and itch.
My heart began to race as I drank of Your blood and again I felt the Sleep wash over me like a flood.. Blessed and anointed, I stepped out in Your name..
I do dimly perceive that while everything around me is ever-changing, ever-dying there is, underlying all that change, a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves, and recreates..
Oh God, I can't believe. All the places that I've been and all of those I've come to meet. Blessings of faith, when I have only a mustard seed. For every hardship in my life.
Where our thoughts are. there we'll live.. Whether it be misery or joy. both of which Life freely gives.. Languish in the mire of the past or steel our resolve.
The wind carries us home. Tin cans, recycled air, end the minstrels' roam. Reunite body and mind. The walls left broken and crumbling. Oh but what did you expect, gone for seasons at a time.