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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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