Jan 2012
You’re Pardon
The ancient scribe touched the ink filled
Quill to the parchment out the small stone window a spring moon was all aglow in these dark times
It seems this was practically all the light that was allowed to shine it touched the blades of grass in
Miniature freedom was underscored heavens light wasn’t owned by anyone it was free then so should
Man be free a solitary bird soared in the sky mortal mans injustice it did defy the lines grew longer the
Heart that longs for something so hard will make that happen somewhere it will surface with telling
Force suppress it at one point it will by divine guidance find its way as sure as the ocean waters
Spray when the sails are full of glories wind it is invigorating it takes weak men and turns them into
****** as well as a dungeon will take one who seems totally defeated and in the unseen beyond the
Contemptible sight of brokenness you are deceived open your eyes keeper a lion’s mane is growing on
Entering he was bowed and dejected as you made a pit his home know not daily he has seen only the
Sublime wind blowing over his country that will be free does mere man think he can dispose of nations
If you dealt with only human resistance it would be true you might as well try to grab lighting with your
Bare hands and expect success than to take a God given free spirit and try to imprison by words these
Walls will crumble foolish one you will stumble out upon a waste land of your own making a lordly king
Was your destiny but now only a mocked fool who tried to steal from men what you held in highest
Regard the ability to rule others while yourself you couldn’t and wouldn’t control simple words that are
True will be your undoing and the prisoner they will free and you will bow to him all of your unholy
Dreams will be swallowed up by that which is sacred modern man would do well to follow this wisdom
It works in all ages not just in ancient ones by surrendering yourself to the higher that is beyond your
Fallen nature you assure your life will be lived in true freedom and one day a crown and a mansion will
Be yours you will advance beyond the stars and be eternally knighted your domain endless this
Parchment was found in the ruins of a despot no one even remembers his name but they know his end
Like the father of evil he to lost a kingdom and the best he could do was melt the walls in his damnable
Cauldron yes the finest mirrors ever found surround him he gave up heaven for his beautiful
Countenance what pleasure to be the master fool presently fire will purify him to burnished gleaming
Don’t join him friend become a bond slave as Paul a king’s ransom was paid for you the song of a
Preacher applies I see a crimson stream of blood it reaches from the cross to a throne and its waves
Are washing over me step into it flow before it ever lastingly to late I forgot the other thing present
At Satan’s throne it is a trophy case we were all in it until Christ died and took us out to be children not
Someone’s sick prize
The ancient scribe touched the ink filled
Quill to the parchment out the small stone window a spring moon was all aglow in these dark times
It seems this was practically all the light that was allowed to shine it touched the blades of grass in
Miniature freedom was underscored heavens light wasn’t owned by anyone it was free then so should
Man be free a solitary bird soared in the sky mortal mans injustice it did defy the lines grew longer the
Heart that longs for something so hard will make that happen somewhere it will surface with telling
Force suppress it at one point it will by divine guidance find its way as sure as the ocean waters
Spray when the sails are full of glories wind it is invigorating it takes weak men and turns them into
****** as well as a dungeon will take one who seems totally defeated and in the unseen beyond the
Contemptible sight of brokenness you are deceived open your eyes keeper a lion’s mane is growing on
Entering he was bowed and dejected as you made a pit his home know not daily he has seen only the
Sublime wind blowing over his country that will be free does mere man think he can dispose of nations
If you dealt with only human resistance it would be true you might as well try to grab lighting with your
Bare hands and expect success than to take a God given free spirit and try to imprison by words these
Walls will crumble foolish one you will stumble out upon a waste land of your own making a lordly king
Was your destiny but now only a mocked fool who tried to steal from men what you held in highest
Regard the ability to rule others while yourself you couldn’t and wouldn’t control simple words that are
True will be your undoing and the prisoner they will free and you will bow to him all of your unholy
Dreams will be swallowed up by that which is sacred modern man would do well to follow this wisdom
It works in all ages not just in ancient ones by surrendering yourself to the higher that is beyond your
Fallen nature you assure your life will be lived in true freedom and one day a crown and a mansion will
Be yours you will advance beyond the stars and be eternally knighted your domain endless this
Parchment was found in the ruins of a despot no one even remembers his name but they know his end
Like the father of evil he to lost a kingdom and the best he could do was melt the walls in his damnable
Cauldron yes the finest mirrors ever found surround him he gave up heaven for his beautiful
Countenance what pleasure to be the master fool presently fire will purify him to burnished gleaming
Don’t join him friend become a bond slave as Paul a king’s ransom was paid for you the song of a
Preacher applies I see a crimson stream of blood it reaches from the cross to a throne and its waves
Are washing over me step into it flow before it ever lastingly to late I forgot the other thing present
At Satan’s throne it is a trophy case we were all in it until Christ died and took us out to be children not
Someone’s sick prize
