Our debts are paid; all sin is slain. To live is Christ; to die is gain. Acts we render; faith we proclaim. According to His holy Word and Name. To choose Him who chose us, is to give God praise. The chaos will come; our voices still raise: Hallelujah, my God, by whom I am saved. May our lives on this earth be a glimpse of God’s grace. This, we pray, in Jesus’ name. Amen.
a man sits at the bottom of the steps not blocking the path but he cannot be missed begging alms from the myriad who climb and descend in droves the cup he holds is barely weighted by the meagre amount he has received he patiently wishes goodwill to all who pass despite their lack of offerings even though the majority will ignore purposefully averting their eyes or apologetically decline to part with any lose change instead saving their coins to pay their entry to marvel at the gilded interior of the church whose teachings include "love thy neighbour"
Our worlds is crying Sons and daughters are dying One by one Sad thing is they're dying all so young Mothers are wiping Genocides are still happening Want my world to just finally sing Dark times are coming People are running Families leaving everything behind Rights are taken away People are getting shot everyday Dying without doing any crime Teenagers cut lines, committee suicide Police take innocent lives Cause no one has a heart They take away their children And leave their mothers scare They just want to love them, but they keep them apart So my whole world is letting out crys It brings me to pain Are we still going to lose our loved one again, Or are we gonna fight They say all men are created equal It's not only one race It's everyone lives
i am prismic and entrancing, refracting - always reflecting my insides outwards. you will know how i feel if i want you to know so, i will tell you how to feel and by my will you will do so, i am hypnotic and sympathetic. i am blinding and righteous.
Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear? Songs of Joy, Silence of Pain; Pride and Triumph, Prayers and Tears; When the Righteous Flourish, the People Rejoice, But when the Wicked Rule, the People Groan.