Neither the Mountain
to me ought a thorn be,
Nor the deep Valley
present a hurt to my fall.

This Creation,
thy little lord should be.
This Creation
a Song stirred should please.
Alas, this Creation
a Fallen Man he is.

Whence affliction cometh forth?
From whence the hurt
that ****** my aches?
What suffereth my being to wail?
And wrought bareness
to wholeness of bones?

Bringing me to heights,
the Mountain should be.
Expounding me mysteries,
the Valley should delight.

Then, why speaketh thou
sore distress for my hurt?
Why casteth thou down,
and exalt my tribulations!!!

Hath thou no pleasure
in thine maker?
Nor any weariness
of His rebuke as a sword?

Surely, He formed thee
whole in perfection,
As for me, conceived
in darkness of the fallen,
Rejoice not in this afford.
For grace shall speak, Selah.

****, knowing you
Straight fingers and sated backs
Where has an image of power, been?
Liberty in a handful of flowers, is what lacks?

Curiosity, at the price of privilege?
Somber hands, are we a callous voice?
Hindrance and silence, with a taste for religion?
Has a coping integrity, that supports my choice

Dread has known so many...
Future shadows, and the grace to be a caring
So if, in the name of this, the poise of lending
So it, in the name of bliss, a waited hand full of daring

So in, to be the confusion of a composed face
Placed in wishes that came and went, with muses
Such a shrill note, to look and see the stare we pace
Sorrow and defiance, forever married to a chastity, which enthuses:

Arbitrary liberty's name for pride...
Succor and decision's vex, to remember the pardon
Of my wealth of sunshine and grounded method, to a sighed
Welcome to needs life, to a haste's treasure that is only, a life's question?

WHY* I HAD TO PONDER

Wandering exploring to discovery transportation,  heading deep into the future .

Awesome GOD, amazing world, beautiful nature. No hesitation, feels good to-be found on this sagely planet .
Wonder why I had to ponder
sages are disdained .

While wickedness sustained and ordained amongst the crowd . Few are the real found in this mysterious wane full of misery . War in peace's stead.

Tribulation in place of jubilation. What growth is found without love?  True love is taken un-granted. And deceit granted.

Much more to life than envy jealousy begots evil.

But the power of love conquered poverty.
#c9_fm

The faithless believe in belief
The idolatry of his will to believe
Preyed upon by Balaam the prophet
Anointed but evil, speaks truth but lies
Promised escape when Tribulation comes
For a fake ticket, the faithless sold his soul

Does a soldier flee when war arrives?
Was not war the call he obeyed?
When sun’s hidden and moon’s fallen
Light shines most bright on darkened Earth
The Covenant is not of bread alone
But surely all shall drink the Cup too

Israel was embittered against Moses
They’re yet slaves, and their burden heavier
Pharaoh hardened, proud and defiant
Egypt ravaged by plagues and ruined
Israel ate unleavened bread and bitter herbs
Unseen, the Angel of Death passed over

And I think I love you
But I don't ever think I can
Ever learn how to love just right
So run away from me
Run as far as your Dark brown eyes can see
Just as soon as you know
-Matt Maeson-

And I think I love you
Which is what scares me
because you are good
and I am me
I am bad at love
and I will always be

But I don´t ever think I can
tell you that I do
because I won´t believe
believe you do it to
since nobody ever will
at least I think this way

Ever learn how to love just right
because I love too much
and then to little
I push you away
to let you back in
it is how I am

So run away from me
or I will do
and then I stop
because I love you
and I hate you
with every inch of my body

Run as fast as your Dark brown eyes can see
those beautiful eyes
which I fell for
once and then twice
the way the shine
it drives me crazy

Just as soon as you know
how difficult it will be
how I cry in the night
and the things I don´t like
how I laugh when I´m scared
and cry once I´m mad

This song puts it in words
the things  I can´t say
The constant fear I hold
The fear of you and me
The fear what may be

Israel foreshadowed in Egypt
Untouched by the Plaques
Passed over by the Destroyer
Egypt broken and bowed
With strangers, Israel walked free
Handsomely ransomed, a nation is born
So shall Israel again be in the Tribulation
As light for sight and salt to taste
And again with strangers
In haste and with bitterness
Come out of the World
Raptured as the First born of God