the edge

Living in my comfort zone. Please leave me alone. My feet kicked up, leaning back in my chair. The thought of moving, no I do not dare. But is this a game I play? A picture I've painted way down inside to cover up for the fact that I really do need more. Wake me up. Push me out over the edge. Maybe it's my attitude. Not pushing like I should. Satisfaction is driving a wedge between me and the Man who lives over the edge. Maybe I should take a chance. Jump. Take a chance. Help me. Now I'm falling through the sky. Then you spread my wings and I begin to fly. Wake me up. Push me out over the edge. Back in my comfort zone. Please leave me alone. Sometimes I think I just need a rest. It feels real good down inside this nest. But I know it will not last. It seems to come to fast. At least I know it's the author of life. He's helping me grow as I encounter strife. Oh yeah. Wake me up. Push me out over the edge.


 

mary's song

Sleep well o heaven's fairest child. Soon the day will rumble rain and wild, breaching the silence of your crib, screaming the noise of what we did. Hands tiny, tender baby white. Clutching your mother's breast so tight. One day will seek to find the lost by merging flesh with roman cross. Close while you can your blurry eyes. Clearing they'll see through thin disguise. Naked, we'll stand before your throne, surrounded by the seeds of what we've sown. Tiny your voice does more than cry, stilling the animals nearby. Wind and the water will obey, offering us the only way. One day these tiny feet will trod down the staircase of my darkest thought. There, you will not stop underneath. You'll go until you're facing gnashing teeth. Heart of the holy pumping blood. Crushed under weight of sinful crud. Yet in the ripping of membrane, there you and I will find rest again.


 

x

He was born in trouble, raised by a fake preaching father and heavy handed mother, without any visible sign of affection, always hungry, on the edge of the crowd wishing he was whiter than his blue eyes would let him be. And his growing rebellion took him to the city of zoot suits and dancing and part time hustling and doping and physically abusing and burglarizing up to the point of subsequent conviction. O malcolm, where have you gone? You're sitting in a cage. And why is x turned sideways at such an early age. Behind these bars he learned to bend his knees to the east and shaved his head and prison philosophized that all white men are devils. That black man will dominate and whites will one day be slaves--according to the honorable elijah mohammed, the risen messenger from god whom malcolm loved until he realized that prophet was profit and number two poor was making number one man rich. O malcolm, where have you gone? You're lying in the dark. And why is x turned sideways. Afraid you missed the mark. Well, he loved the nation up until he found out that e.m. had sired more than 12 'allah ordained' children out of wedlock. So he set out to make himself an authentic muslim with mecca and telling each camp what it wanted to hear. A political chameleon. A general without an army, marching to his death and the life of x was a lone and desperate search for the truth and trying to be what we can only choose. O malcolm, where have you gone? You're lying in the dark. And why is x turned sideways. Afraid you missed the mark. I wonder where your spirit flies. All indications bad. And why is x turned sideways. It all sounds so sad.


 

walk on the water

Well it came to me, I'm not sure just how, I'm to build this boat, I'm to build it now, made of gopherwood. My understanding is the water will rise and I'm not to be fooled by the clear blue skies in the neighborhood. Yes I'd like to walk on the water. And if I must then I will ride this boat he made for me. All living things walking two by two, as we loaded them up, we were almost through, it started pouring. Forty days and forty longer nights we were tossed about both left and right, the sea was roaring. Yes I'd like to walk on the water. And if I must then I will ride this boat he made for me. Well the waters prevailed and for one whole year we rocked this boat but the Lord was near us giving. All living things on earth they died. By the grace of God we were on his side and living. Yes I'd like to walk on the water. And if I must then I will ride this boat he made for me.


 

windows to heaven

How can I look inside these windows? How can I look into these eyes? As soon as I do I see the blood of truth washing away my thin disguise. Waiting to see me, as red runs through the sky, windows to heaven in your eyes. How can it be you want to see me? How can it be that you still care? Between us this wall is made of angry stone, but somewhere behind the wall you're there. Waiting to see me, as red runs through the sky, windows to heaven in your eyes.


 

no war horses

Rejoice o daughter of Zion, shout daughter of Jerusalem. See your king he comes to you, the blood of our salvation. But he will ride no war horses because he's a man of peace. Proclaiming peace to the nations, his rule will extend from sea to sea. He will free the prisoners, restoring hope to you and me. But he will ride no war horses because he's a man of peace. The Lord our God, he saved us on that day in the face of his killing people. With sparkled lightning in his hands like jewels in a thorny crown. But he will ride no war horses because he's a man of peace.


 

strange light

The first day she was formless and empty. All was dark and the darkness was deep. Spirit flies with the world awaiting. Then he breaths. With a word he came into us. Strange light. God provided a strange light ... Shadows dance. They follow our footsteps. In the dark we only will stumble. Who do we trust? The light will expose us. If we must, naked we lie before Strange light. God provided a strange light ... Shining bright, at first you are blinding. Then the night becomes day and now we see, if only but wonder. Graciously finding our way by your Strange light. God provided a strange light ...


 

many times in many ways

Madame Vanier was holding firm to aristocratic grace. And beauty flowed as tears caressed her face. She stands upon her husband's grave, the sod beneath her feet is freshly laid, soft to lily's sweet. And she wonders where the Lord will lead her now. The story of the rich young man told to go and sell all he had. At this the man's face fell. Madame was filled with sadness to as France became her call. It's hard to leave the wealth of Montreal. But she said goodbye, two sons she held so dear. And she said hello to France with hope and fear. Trosly, France became her home, the rich man's head held tall. And once a year she'd visit Montreal. But this year age brought failing health and traveling no more. Staying home, like leaving home before. When we leave our home, our friends and what we know. When we choose to follow him in where we go. We must do it many times, in many ways. Like Madame, she left her home and now must stay. We must do it many times, in many ways.


 

blue steel

Won't you meet our urban soldier. Twelve years old, not one day older. And he's fighting for survival. The whole world his rival. He's walking down these city streets, they're feeling like a cage. He's looking for salvation and he turns to his rage ... blue steel. Put your hands upon this weapon of steel. Describe for me just what it is you feel. Cold and lonely, spirit crying, this boy is slowly dying. And he's walking down these city streets, they're feeling like a cage. He's looking for salvation and he turns to his rage ... blue steel.


 

it's forever

No one knows just when their day is coming. Moment by each moment he will haunt you. Whether in the morning or at midnight, he'll reach out and he'll take you when he wants to. It's forever coming right at you. Moving in the darkness, he is poison. The smell of burning flesh is his perfume. So keep your watch don't let him catch you sleeping. But no one can escape this empty tomb. It's forever coming right at you. It's forever. Gonna get me, too. Flirting with forever is a long time. The flames of death they flicker at your feet. Now you can choose the color red, the power. Or you can choose your demons of deceit. It's forever coming right at you. It's forever. Gonna get me, too. When I saw him I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said, "Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last. I am the living one. I was dead, and behold, I am alive, forever."


 

all that we need

All around us there is war raging on, and he's all we've got. Brother hating brother for selfish gain, and he's all we've got. And he's all that we need 'cause our soul has been freed. The earth is suffering defeat and how she quakes, and he's all we've got. Children starving in the street, days cut short, and he's all we've got. And he's all that we need 'cause our soul has been freed. The sun and moon will give no light. The end is near and he's all we've got. The stars are falling from the sky. The end is here and he's all we've got. And he's all that we need 'cause our soul has been freed.


 

 

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