Jun 2015
This may come as some surprise
To the way you despise and the knives in your eyes
I got respect to the highest degree
For the three in in one, the Holy Trinity
And I hear mean folk, insatiable
Dragging down our Revelation bible
NIV or dead old King James I doth salute ya
These copious onion skin pages contain the secrets of the universe
Hidden from those who think they know what they're looking for
Revealed to the man of simple trust
Given to the man who understands the way of grace
That bible condemns judging
And all hypocrisy
Truth be told there's not a soul
Least of which you and me
Whose even a fraction prepared to
Speak from on that Rock
All you got, baby, all you've ever had is
Talk talk talk
Think on it a little while
Your mind will draw the same
Conclusion I reluctantly have carried in my brain
The bible is a singularity
It's powers beyond measuring
Like it's author it works in mysterious ways
To amaze the dull and confound the proud
It can bring whole cities down
It's the battle map of the philosopher/warriors mind
Stained with the blood of mere men and a King
To whom all will bow down
Each and all will bow down
Be we in our own particular spheres of understanding and/or ignorance
Our knees will hit the ground
And we'll gladly acknowledge Truth has been made known to all
A couple thousand onion skin pages with script so tiny an old man's got to squint
66 books that changed millions of lives
Fought a few wars, it's true, expected
Each on the side of the right whether you realized it or not. Each battle a jigsaw puzzle piece in a verse that reads ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD FOR THOSE WHO LOVE THE LORD AND WHO ARE CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE!
Monks in the day would memorize the entire bible
I never knew how they could do it
I'm sure I never will
But if God helped me write those 66 books in my heart and mind completely
Where I would not forget 'em
Nay, they'd be working on me the whole time
I'm sure my remaining years would
Make up for the frivolous disbelief
That has haunted my young adulthood
It would be a blessing that I would fain cast aside when my Lord Jesus puts His arm around my shoulder and escorts me cross to the other side
It's hard to read the bible
Because it shows me what I am
Boastful of my own good works
But still such a sinful man
Through lines of wisdom
And the love of a Savior
I recognize the reality of the supernatural
The abode of the infinite God
Of countless Names
In the Bible Yahwah and Yashua
But they are just the same
To the way you despise and the knives in your eyes
I got respect to the highest degree
For the three in in one, the Holy Trinity
And I hear mean folk, insatiable
Dragging down our Revelation bible
NIV or dead old King James I doth salute ya
These copious onion skin pages contain the secrets of the universe
Hidden from those who think they know what they're looking for
Revealed to the man of simple trust
Given to the man who understands the way of grace
That bible condemns judging
And all hypocrisy
Truth be told there's not a soul
Least of which you and me
Whose even a fraction prepared to
Speak from on that Rock
All you got, baby, all you've ever had is
Talk talk talk
Think on it a little while
Your mind will draw the same
Conclusion I reluctantly have carried in my brain
The bible is a singularity
It's powers beyond measuring
Like it's author it works in mysterious ways
To amaze the dull and confound the proud
It can bring whole cities down
It's the battle map of the philosopher/warriors mind
Stained with the blood of mere men and a King
To whom all will bow down
Each and all will bow down
Be we in our own particular spheres of understanding and/or ignorance
Our knees will hit the ground
And we'll gladly acknowledge Truth has been made known to all
A couple thousand onion skin pages with script so tiny an old man's got to squint
66 books that changed millions of lives
Fought a few wars, it's true, expected
Each on the side of the right whether you realized it or not. Each battle a jigsaw puzzle piece in a verse that reads ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD FOR THOSE WHO LOVE THE LORD AND WHO ARE CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE!
Monks in the day would memorize the entire bible
I never knew how they could do it
I'm sure I never will
But if God helped me write those 66 books in my heart and mind completely
Where I would not forget 'em
Nay, they'd be working on me the whole time
I'm sure my remaining years would
Make up for the frivolous disbelief
That has haunted my young adulthood
It would be a blessing that I would fain cast aside when my Lord Jesus puts His arm around my shoulder and escorts me cross to the other side
It's hard to read the bible
Because it shows me what I am
Boastful of my own good works
But still such a sinful man
Through lines of wisdom
And the love of a Savior
I recognize the reality of the supernatural
The abode of the infinite God
Of countless Names
In the Bible Yahwah and Yashua
But they are just the same
