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Stu Harley Jan 15
why
dose war
leaves
scars and pains
on
the
souls of feet
Stu Harley Jan 15
throughout
the night
while
flashing by
with
dazzling flight
the
fireflies
with
splintered light
Stu Harley Jan 15
the
earth
is
a tiny grain of sand
in
the
palm of God's hand
Yes
He has the world
in
His hands
Stu Harley Jan 15
red snapper
leaping
from
the
sleepy jaws of
the
wild grizzly bear
returning from
the
winter hibernation
Stu Harley Jan 15
even though
the people
all the way down here
still
asking for ice water
to drink
and to
cool down
the
blood in their veins
man
it is
hot as hell
down here
just
because
the
devil is a liar
Stu Harley Jan 14
The wind may howl, the clouds may roar,
Thunder crack and storms may pour,
But deep within, a fire burns bright,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my light.

Trials come, waves crash and churn,
Hope may flicker, embers turn,
But roots run deep, where joy takes hold,
Ain't nobody gonna sell me cold.

Shadows creep, doubt whispers low,
Fear may claw, a silent foe,
But I raise my voice, a joyful shout,
Ain't nobody gonna dim my doubt.

Through grit and grind, my spirit leaps,
Over hurdles, valleys steeps,
For in my heart, a song takes flight,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my night.

The world may spin, a dizzy chase,
Smiles may fade, leave an empty space,
But in my soul, a truth takes root,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my loot.

My joy, a treasure hard-won prize,
Sparkling fire in my eyes,
A radiant flame, a burning song,
Ain't nobody gonna do me wrong.

So let them scoff, let shadows fall,
I'll dance with joy, embrace it all,
For in this life, my own to claim,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my flame.

So raise your voice, let your spirit soar,
Sing your song, forevermore,
For in the depths, where joy takes hold,
Ain't nobody gonna steal your soul.
Stu Harley Jan 12
God is the creator
and
he is my light and sword
he is holy and wonderful
he is my rock and my shepard
he is love and mercy through a storm
upon
the quiet shores
thus
he prepareth a table before me
with
water and bread
he is the air
that
i breathe
and
he maketh
a quiet place for me
to rest my weary head
while
moving behind the scene
and
through
his holy word
He is my light and sword
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