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Thursday, 28 May 2009



  • Sometimes you may think that you're going insane
    But the world is a difficult thing to explain
    It's a fire riding a line of gas
    Engulfing itself and all in its path
    And the innocent gardens are sucked into flames,
    The flowers which lived for their colorful fame
    But what is the earth without its Sun
    What is a bullet without its gun
    An ore of metal in the dirt,
    The dirt from the earth which had no Sun,
    To lull its children, the trees, to sleep
    So now they wither and wilt and weep
    The Sun is a fire that gives life to the earth,
    The earth that we walk with our solid feet,
    The feet of the bodies with souls to meet
    The Son of God on the day they die
    And God himself with a tear in his eye
    Crying, "Where have you been all this time, My Son,
    I have you now and We are one."

    ...

    But you were the brother of that man
    Or the wife who lived just to hold his hand
    So you cry, not knowing that he's alive
    In the arms of Jesus, that Gentle Lamb,
    Who shamed himself on that broken tree
    To prove his love and set souls free,
    So that they can fly through his lovelocked gate
    And to push us from sin into which we fall
    Like an addiction with no escape


    So they call you the devil's adversary
    They say your behavior's unnecessary
    And you hear your children scream bloody murder
    Straight from the beds in which they lie
    And you pull them out from under the covers,
    And rock them to sleep so that they won't cry
    And as they grow older from day to day
    Tell them they're perfect in every way
    For if you don't, they'll cry at night,
    Wondering why they were dealt this life
    Searching for someone to fill the void,
    That void you left when you walked away,
    Away from the beautiful things in life
    Like the birds and the sea and the air and the sky
    The sky which has always been home to the Sun
    The Sun that gives life to all growing things
    And all the bad things, just push them away
    So far away you can see them no more
    For if you befriend them, your life will become
    A pointless place like the earth with no Sun

    LH

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