Goodie good my lordy lord
Here i am again calling you
From abroad.

Goodie good nevertheless
i was, this playing dead
Just doesnt seem to work.

Goodie good my lordy lord
Have merci now since well
you know.

Goodie good nevertheless
I was, you met me sleeping
On a bus station.

Oh yes im old, my dear too old
to mind.

Count the years If you want to
But note
each of my days have two months.

Old. Old enough. Ancient some would call.

The miles i walked wanderin Nights i shivered
Through the many the lies
i stood silent.

Oh yes i am old, too old to mind
My dear.

Lord prepared a feast
And guests are many.
Where the sun sleeps
the rain and the wind.

Terrible lions guarded
Like stars the morning
Impossible as unreal
What it is worth to be.

The many were invited
My heart well pleased
dears you are the gifts
That do not bother with.

Just a bless havin near
Like the book of pages
For the tale to find to be
Writen done set a peace.

Lord prepared a feast
And the tables are rich
And the time is a still
And place out of reach.

If chance youve wasted
Theres another seven be
If way was seventh did
Another seven and seventy.

Not a sinner nor is a sin
To starve when hungry
brothers responsibility
What his brother to feed.

As a flower to bloom
Must
Wants to
As a creation
I pray to, God: hear here
The truth.
God of you
And me, creator
Of love
He did by
Falling into it, i do
Hear here
The truth. I say:
Thank you,
Writen of lines inbetween
The news:
Hear here: you are Invited.

Godled we far to be
Through lot to become
For what are but we
What told is the reward
How kind intended
To call by now learned
Whats to complete
Forms in divine perfect
Structures alway be
Fated the fate a blame
Or thank allknowing
In his love put our ways
Shall see the within
Town or kingdom name
House a home read
gods any name ancient
Or if rathet believe
To reason for the sense
Can however many
In fact anyone anyways
And i do, eversince
Some please to madder
Or laugh to please.
I will never stop if i can
Or to start it seems
My apologize to forget
You are not at hear
And be hand at ink pen
To write it writes be
To match loves in pain
To have much glory
As the mountains had
Perhaps oldest me
To come to close have
What to come meet
And become a forever
For taught a believe
And thought proud well
Proudest i ever been.

Can you believe
This the day
After life we lived?
Can you believe
god taught dead,
we actually killed?
Can you believe
We nailed to a cross
his hands and feet?
Can you believe
We stripped naked
Mocked, spitted on?
Can you believe
It ever be forgiven
By his father we did?
Can you believe
The one, the old
testament God, will?
Why hope (faith)

As a flower to bloom
Must
Wants to
As a creation
I pray to God: hear here
The truth.
God of you
And me, creator
Of love
He did by
Falling into it, i do
Hear here
The truth. I say:
Thank you,
Writen of lines inbetween
The news:
Hear here: you are
Invited.