Everyone is gonna be happy / be happy
you're gonna make me so happy / so happy

My sins didn't hold
By sin I'm no more sold
you're poring into me
you're forgiving as can be
the line was formed with red
By your son who rose from the dead
you've taken sin away
i'm fine, so fine this day

your hands have warmed my soul
unlike the sin that was a part
the hole you fill so comfortably
but now i'm pouring out my heart
i will make room i'll empty out
i'll tell my sins to you about
i'll change my everything for you
just keep on doing what you do

love is just two people who have learned to accept each others faults. True love is when those two people realise the other has done the same

The deepest cave,. the most explored and yet most unknown place man has never been and yet owns a little part of.
A place that can be stolen, and yet often it is given to the thief by the owner.
Their are riches here, and garbage, and scars, and yes even evil but some good as well.
Who can know it's depths?
who can plunder it's riches?
Many have sought an answer, many have looked hard and asked many a question and yet for all it's effort; their own hearts failed them.
How can someone know such a cave if it changes course from day to day? And yet it is often harder to change it.
What contradictions it is, what conundrums, what beauty and terror and fire and passion and ice and wind and rain and fury!

What am I?
I am all these;
I am the still of the night, the bright of the day,
the fear of the fight, the fight of the fray.
I am the center of the mind,
I am one of a kind.

What shall I liken your power to Lord?, the strength of an ox?
NO! God thy power is like thy love.

Thy wisdom Father shall I compare it to the knowledge of man?
NO! Father thy wisdom is like thy love.

Thy glory Father shall I compare it to the light of the sun?
NO! Lord thy glory is like thy love.

And why Father do I compare theses things to thy love. . .
thy love . . . is infinite.

Air the battle grim
the angels do preside,
brave men upon their wings
to victory they ride.

Men toasting every night
the battles of each day,
for with every battle won
there is a price to pay.

And of the widows and the orphans,
who has heard their pleas?,
Though angels watch over men,
who watches over these?

Of the souls that die,
where does there spirit go?
Unto the heavens above
or into the ground below?

The answer to these questions,
The answer to these qualms,
are surely sorted out,
by Jesus and his palms.

Knowledge is to know what to say. But wisdom is knowing when to say it

Oatmale is guy with good taste. though some would call him mushy, I think he is rather hardy.

Cowliflower plays moosic, though some think she is a gas, I think she's milking it.

I'm bad, I'm a devilishly slimy man,
with wicked and vile intentions,
and a infernal and hellish plan.

Corruptive and pervasive, and all together sick,
unholy and despicable with ugly hellish wit.

A genius in sheep's clothing, a devil in disguise,
my words are sweet as honey but I'm planning your demise.

You'll never see it coming, in your mind I'm your best friend,
like adding sugar to a meal, it'll taste sweeter in the end.

I'll see your face in shock,
that I would have stabbed you so,
I'll grin a evil grin and stare into your soul.

your blood will spit and spurt,
and I'll watch it with such glee,
and all the while you'll know
it was all because of me.

you'll finally breathe your last,
it will fill me with such joy;
to know that you never knew
that you were simply just my toy.