I've seen the news seen what's on TV Listened to music looked at you, looked at me I learned all about our history The only light I see is in the books, songs & letters written to you and me They've survived through centuries telling us what's to be No, anxiety can't get to me I rest peacefully my mind is at ease for the illumination is brighter than it used to be The writings on the wall the picture is clear It's never been easier to see He cannot cheat, he will not lie There's no more time to cry he will wipe every tear from our eyes
they say i came from Adams rib I am a woman of mud and marrow God told you She will leave a scar God told you She will not come cleanly You told me Fold nice You told me Fold neat and Be mine I took my clay ribs and made them my home I prayed to the divine and the oh so ungodly Until the Serpent came Adam do you know that I won’t let you eat my Heart in full unless I’m sure the taste of sin Will forever stain your lips
God's love endures, Remember this when you're feeling glum. God's love endures, Through the rising and setting of the sun. God's love endures, Like a candle which never burns out. God's love endures, An unwavering love we cannot do without.
a shake weight table steak powdered sugar cigarette break burning in alcohol and corn flakes
a big ******* cluster-**** of broken noses and carefully crafted poses posting pictures of processed hipster's and blisters, ****-stirrers and culture twisters jockeying for a spot all melting in the ***
quiz show **** beads and fleshlight teenage dreams soaking through entitled suburban screens choking on plastic screams
chocolate dipped cancer fingers
city bus exhaust lingers
prescription bottle salvation bringers
and underneath it all the bible belt girdles the gurgling masses of glazed diabetes and frosted faith pooling in the belly of America
a fat flabby mess of snake oil boiling in stomach acid and pesticide
"welcome, honey! grab a seat anywhere you'd like --I'll be right with you!"
Defiled, I Lay my battered bloodied body at your doorstep. You cut my heart into 12 pieces, Perfectly precise. Am I to be happy that you went to war over me? Plodding me deeper into the ground with your step. A cold body isn’t warmed by happiness. Or by the flickering flames of Gibeah. No, I remember it was you who threw me out. I remember. It was you.
My mother gave me a dowry a brimming chest of treasures a heart of rare and precious gems she collected long ago
She filled it with her words, her thoughts and things she knew I'd need she piled high with hopes and dreams priceless trinkets all for me and topped it off with years of love and a life of merry traditions
Then knowing that I'd need a map by which to guide my life she gave to me a legacy my Bible, pure and right and taught to me the art of prayer a rare and genuine gift she shared
I am blessed to be a mother now with a daughter of my own and I can't wait to share with her the love that I have known