All things bright
Carved straight paths
So that in them all might
Can't be unseen,
The Creator's patented light

The woods stood with their integrity
But bends and sways along the way
When He breathes life and serenity
Built a stairway for the rock bottom and astray

The grass and their blade
Forests and her glade
A sanctuary founded in shade
(Sunshine cried an uproar hue)

Will that cyclamen grow
Prepared a table where we sow
The Great Anduin flow
(Sunshine made it glow a golden fruit)

All things bright
Knit the barks in endless patterns
Consume our restlessness
A hundred prophets took shelter in Your caverns

Lead me into still waters,
And there me be confined
In Your pastures I am but a feeler
So I may be undone and defined

Shut it!
Stop before
Your mouth eats up your face
And you'll be no more!

The longer you dive
In depths you think you know
The more you drown
Into your loss! Oh no!

Lived your life in a field of feels
Instead of sweat you put on blush-on
On your cheek
You cut your hair of iv'ry crown
Into a helm of death resound
Imposter smile, you twist your hips
Marred the very throne where Love exists
You pound your chest but terrified
A bitter fate, a broken battle cry

Will more of dread would soon transpire
Come shut your mouth til sickness dies!

I can't come to a point of understanding
Doubters and their condescension.
Seeing the life beyond seeing,
It is Life Himself they're questioning.

When Life came unbounded by space and time,
When Life lived like sand but even more fine,
Came to live with us, came from no matter how far.
Came to us on Earth, Bright and Morning Star.

In tranquil birth, caused the wise to fall on their knees,
Come in, sinner, needing no tax or fees.

In peaceful death, caused all the Earth to be forever quaking,
A click shot to the head, Death is crippled, walks without stinging.

I can't seem to understand, how unclear it can be,
How can Doubters call illogical, loving unconditionally.

How can they call the breaking of chains, a fake institution of freedom.
When Life came, and saw through our shame and called us inheritors of His Kingdom.

In tranquil birth, in peaceful death,
Beyond the grave, a victor in defeat.
In tranquil birth, in peaceful death,
I still don't get your lack of belief.

I plow the soil of Earth
Has been toiling ever since
My blood drips on dirt
While my soul loses grip

I just ran out of mustard seeds
My world has a lack of them
I feel like I have nowhere to turn since
The smokes blackened freedom

I crawl for a hem in hunger
Oh Father quench my thirst
My soul in me falls asunder
Again, let me put You first

Eleven leagues of half-loves
One more I'm still plowing with
Let me kiss my parents before the day comes
Lord free myself of filth

Eleven leagues of half-loves
Eleven wasted my time
Take one down drag it around
Only You can fix what's inside

The dark is a dark time for me
Nights were sleepless too
In the dark I need a Savior
Bring back the salt to flavor

I delighted in soil-living
Completely abandoned Your call
Bring the Light to this wretched being
The Only One, the God of all

Onto Your shores will only
My ships be anchored but slowly
The waves began to betray controlling
My monsters as they rise and scream forbidding
The Healer revealing healing
Not only for the time being

He has told you, o man. What is true
And what has the Lord require of you
Not to bow to wooden statues,
But to give praise where praise is due.

  Show me, o man. What is good
What's better than the Christian worldview,
If the world could view a life of a man like Christ's eyes would do.

Is to live forever better than to reincarnate?
Is to be forgiven of sins better than to live as a cow, a jackal, several lives until you become the whole zoo until all your transgressions you could pay?

The audacity, o man. To be able to doubt
The very air we can't breathe without
Is to where we get the right.
To question the freedom given by Who fought the good fight.

How dare you, o man. To look for the Omnipresent amidst the presence of evil in life.
Rather than to ask where does it come from, the very consistent evil inside.

For God created you, o man.
A fine, unique, intricate work of art.
Yet you burn daylight, tweeting about how awful this world became where in fact it is an issue of the heart.

I beg of you, o man. Not to wait until you are so called "worthy" to be forgiven.
For wickedness will only be increasing,
Without a God whose forgiveness is anything but depleting.

In the path of life, o man. The wicked will be corrected by the rod.
Through the fall and whimsy and everything odd.
He asked you, o man only to commit justice and to walk humbly with your God.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.
In Him is pure peace and pure life and none lesser.
In Him is everlasting and nothing's even better.
His Word is not a chore list, it's an eternal Love letter.

He prunes every branch that abides and Him and bears fruit
He seeks the ones that chose the path of endless pursuit
Of His face, His will, a branch who chooses to go all out
A life greatly lived, a life who can't live while Him without.

Every branch in me that does not bear fruit He takes away
A happy illusion, a path of the gold-plated astray.
But to a dismay, without the roots a branch goes dry
Thrown to the ground, iuyet picked up but thrown to the fire.

The branch whog stay true to the Vine pleases the Vinedresser
Who calls out to Him amidst the thorns, despite the world's pleasure
With so much fruit a branch has no better sign
When trampled by life would produce the finest wine.

Oh why am I still hurting
Isn't it past the hour of pain?
Hell is only temporary
Til He rids you of all shame!

I stepped into  Your room
Try to relive Your relieving
To rid me of my gloom
Try to receive Your revealing

Jealous the jealous God
I seek restless for Your love
Mine eyes grow tired and weary
Jealous the jealous God

Jealous the jealous God
I drown helpless in Your flood
I thirst scarcely for Your mercy
Jealous the jealous God

Why is the world so empty
Yet weighs millions o' pounds?
Where lies pile up aplenty
To keep the lost from being found

Why is deception
Like form of education
Setting false foundations
Corrupting His creation
As lies disguise damnation
For a paper-clad salvation
Sending ill vibrations
To the youth of all the nations

I wonder how much am I missing, o God?
A wonder even the universe cannot contain
Translated and made compatible in a human's brain.
Soulless animals kiss the land
In honor of the One
Who was, who is and is to come
Who dares their doubt expand
In disbelief blot out the sun
Jealous the jealous God
Soulless animals indeed we have become