If man knows not of love he is to have
How have he love what he cannot conceive.
Must love be planted lest it is foreknown?
The seed be sewn and stoic walls around
Like Jericho, they crumble to the ground.
By Christ your soul is lifted to the sun,
Lifted you'll be if God's pure work  be done.
Now Let him in, push pride and sin aside,
Or don't you know on that cross your God died.

Pick up a type writer,
to become a type fighter.
A soldier for the right,
truths hurt,
but lies bite.
Place pen to paper,
to guard, trim, and taper,
cut down the transgressions,
invoke love and confessions.
Speak out in loud tone,
Speak words into stone.
Hold voice on a platter,
Climb choice like a ladder.
Be strong now to influence,
give up for no instance.
Hold fast and stay strong,
sing clear your song.
Doubt not who you are...
...For your voice is heard far!

Hold my heart,
Dear love of mine,
Open yours,
and let love shine.
In you I see,
a love with worth,
meant for me
from God at birth.
Hear me now,
oh love of mine,
place me in,
that heart of thine.
If I find,
a love so pure,
I will leave,
of that I'm sure.
I won't be pulled
from you.. I know.
For that pure love,
is what you hold.

Words in your mind,
Turn sail of no ships.
Words intertwine,
through your mouth,
through your lips.
Words start a gust
to put boat underway
words are a must,
not tomorrow,
now today.
Words are to be spoken,
to find your belong.
Words are a token,
to be taken,
like song.
The LORD is word,
Through Soul, Power, and Might.
Place unto him,
The words of tonight.
Lest you'll lack rest,
Awake until dawn,
He's forever there,
singing your song.
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