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         G               D
Splashed upon skin.

F        G
Delicate fingers,

      F             C                       Am 
Flowers of purple, yellow and red,

     G              D
Adorn the crown.
 
 

G     D
There were times,

G    D
Of illness,  bad humor.

F        G
Weariness broken,

        F                      G
Day heart not taken.

   Am                              F
There will always be love.

     C                          D
Eternal love is not fleeting.
 
 

Ben.
He came upon a time.
One pillar had gotten married,
Another had moved to the Ocean,
And Jimmy to a different road.

He was alone.
Looking for fire,
Or gas for his engine.

A kite flew by,
His spirit was lifted,
He clung to a life buoy,
Until the clouds went away.

He went to the orange farm,
And saw an apple pie
In the clean locale.

Only the brightness,
Could fill his life.
Tears would flow,
But He would walk,
walk.

Even Alone,
Alone...
Is a perceived Anti-reality.
 

Twenty-Two
 

If I could be a rose in your garden,
If I could maybe, be a baby tree.
More water is given to the those who are, Needy of a drink,
Drinking you.

If I could be the cup of your wine.
If I could be the grain of your bread.
Maybe I could be the hay,
In the manger for your head,
For your head.

But I wake up in the Morning and need,
To feel your breath:
I see your loving eyes,
Supporting me.
I am empty and lonely,
Needing your sweet caress…
Holding me forever,
In your love.

My loved one,
I give you an apple for pleasure.
An apple filled with honey for all time.
 
 

You prepare a place for me.

You prepare a place for me.
The sun will rise (Rise.)
The sun will set. (Set.)
Days pass, Days move on.
You prepare a place for me.

You prepare a place for me.
The wings of God,
Fly to us.
Cows come along,
Seagulls beside,
Robins to and from.
Gators’ and Ostriches and Elephants,
You prepare a place for us.
 
 

Twenty-Four
 
 

You are the vast heavens.
You are the liquid in the streams.
You walk with me in an old churchyard on a dusty road.

I truly have a father,
You will let me hold your hand.
I’ll never be ashamed again.
‘Cause you walk with me,
As I overcome in this land.'

I ride a train in the city.
I pray for a bearded man.
He holds his wheelchair in place,
With a railing in his hand.

I truly have a father,
You will let me hold your hand.
I’ll never be ashamed again.
‘Cause you walk with me,
As I overcome in this land.'

Sitting in a Boardroom on the 27th floor,
Laying sick in the street.
Being forced to be half naked,
Wishing to be discreet.
Crying on a bus all alone,
Unable to walk in your own home.
Sleeping in a depressive state,
Being a death row inmate.

A priest who is in love and wants to marry.
An innocent tormented with as strap.
A child lost in drugs for someone else’s profit.
Boats, Cars, Houses, Clothes from
Cash, Cash, stolen merchanise, lost sight.
A revolutionary fomenting a riot,
Without bread or a bath.

I truly have a father,
You will let me hold your hand.
I’ll never be ashamed again.
‘Cause you walk with me,
As I overcome in this land.'

I truly have a father,
You will let me hold your hand.
I’ll never be ashamed again.
‘Cause you walk with me,
As I overcome in this land.'
 
 

 
It’s gonna be a party,
Gonna be filled with friends.
A fiesta through the end,
As we ride in our seats on that train.

We’re going up y’all.
My friends, but we must make a STOP!
On the bad sign of town.

We’ll pick up those judged ugly.
We’ll pick up the loud.
We will see the gangster boys come on board,
And the rap “hounds.”
Yes, there’s room for the chicas,
And hermanos, too.
Let’s make sure your ticket is paid.

I got on board in my nice suit.
The people I MOCKED AND RIDICULED,
Were in my seat.

I knew that I lived my life wrong,
Until an old preacher from,
Across the tracks came to me.
He sang me the song.
The good ‘ol boy got down on my knees.
People gave me hugs and kisses.

Primary

Several hundred feet in the air,
I see the inside ceiling of a cathedral.
With all the paintings and symbols glorifying the,
Most High God!
The cathedral of the Lord is in the midst of His people.
The cathedral has come down,
Like a Bengali tiger running and pouncing on his prey.
 

 
 
The rapid breathing and vitality,
of the creation in
The chase.
The Lord pouncing on His prey:
The subjects of His prayers...His people.
 
Jumping and leaping on his people;
Licking His sons’ and daughters’ faces.
Bringing help and subsistence from His great strength.
The Lord running after us,
Like a great Bengali tiger.

Fast, Faster.
We are caught,
Trapped by the ferocious,
Abba Father.
He says,
“I found you,
You are mine.
I will make you a great Tree.”
 

Secondary

Singing in the light,  I’m singing in the light.
Spinning around on my heals,
Singing in the light.

Let’s dance and sing in the light.
Hear the drum tap, a feel; a feel.
Singing a thought in the light,
In the light.
like a Peter Pan figure,
Flying in the wind and soaring through the air.

Looking high at the mountains of,
Grandeur, God’s.
Soaring low and watching the unexpressive child,
Seeing lack of hope.

Building an airship of expectancy.
Decorating it like a cloud.
Cloud one begins the trip and takes,
On passengers, until filled to the brim.
And we sor and soar to new heights.
 Twelve captains start their engines, and
Fly to twelve cities for many passengers.
The airships glide and float.

The people rise up and say,
“It is time for us to make the earth below,
The new airship to the Sacred One.”
The thousand captains landed their vessels.

The children and parents taught many how to fly,
While on earth;
Bound briefly for a time.
One day the bondage will be broken,
A new race of eagles will come to the end,
They shall begin.

Let us begin to feel that we can live.
We can feel,  we can feel,
We can feel, and be free, free.
Live, Live, Live.
 
 

Twenty-Eight
 

Lay your hand on my head,
Put your other hand against my back.
Open up the waves of healing to me.

I see the light, the wind blows on me.
Refreshing feelings come to me.
I begin to feel rest...It has been a long time.

I look at things much better.
I feel that I can live.
I am part of the Truth.
I will not soil my neighbor;
But, release and leap in peace.
 

Johnny,  living in a world of drugs, and gangs with pressure to perform,
Any way he can get the money, force the
Prestige.  Gun
Power over a little girl,
Friend--He compels himself into others lives.

Rodney came from humble origins in,
A suburban family.
They always tried to share with others.
This man saw the pain of con man, liars, and looneys.
He realized all had to have hope,
All had to have hope.

Rodney met Johnny one day.
In a bank, Johnny ran with,
Money.
Rodney was in his way.
The two men crashed accidentally into one,
Another and felt each other’s blood.
 
Rodney became a hero.
Johnny became prosecuted.

Rodney visited Johnny.
At 24, Johnny knew that the head of the prison-gang,
Would kill him before 25.
The little girl he gun-whipped was the prison inmate’s sister.
Johnny was filled with hate.
Was there any hope?
Rodney began to like Johnny and gave friendship.

Johnny shared his fears of death with Johnny.
Johnny shared his fears of death with Rodney.
Rodney asked for help from Heaven.
Johnny survived the stabbing and began to,
Believe.
 
Johnny lives in Rodney’s city.  Johnny is going to school and,
Preparing for helping to counsel young ones.
Rodney and Johnny bring a group of Suburbanites,
To visit Johnny’s old neighbourhood every week.
New shared love is being extended.

Rodney took a chance, and cared for
A man who was a man...with all the good and,
bad possibilities in him.
Johnny was rescued,  Johnny also rescued.
If we lay our lives down for each other,
We have life.
If we keep our lives for ourselves,
We lose every trace of life.
Pray for Johnny and Rodney.
It is difficult, but they have much to do.
 

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