I’ve heard this all before, not news to me
All this talk about that I shall be free, free indeed
Hey man! What makes you think I’m tied up
Didn’t you hear the Beatles sing, all you need is love
I’m my own man, nobody has a thing on me
This is the living, living wild and free
They look at me with such remorse and grief
I don’t need you, take your pity, your little attempt-to-talk and leave
If that be the truth, I’ll find out in my own time
Why you so worried! I think I’m doing just fine
Everything’s been tried, they’ve run out of ideas
The straight talk, the let-him-be and the listen-now-my-dear
I’m different I know I am, all this Christian stuff’s not for me
Don’t bore me with your sermon, please just let me be
No one understands, no one takes the time
Everyone thinks, being this way is the worst crime
Nobody spares a thought for me anyway
I feel I’m just living from day to day
I don’t have the strength to stand up, be different
So I’m like ‘em all, almost anybody can be my friend
I’d like to be convinced, to be assured
But everyone thinks I’ve got a disease without a cure
Think of me as normal, someone please
Stop it all from crumbling; everything’s that inside of me
Stop by and show me by your life, the man you believe in
Show me how He giveth you victory over sin
Will I come around; time will tell
In the meantime, with patience and without judging, try with me to gel
For He will have all repent and none perish
Appointed for the day of my salvation a time there is
Will you manifest Jesus to me
I ask of you, Please
Will you for me, that promise of Salvation believe
The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some count slackness; but is longsuffering to you-ward, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9
This is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour; who would have all men to be saved, and come to the knowledge of the truth. 1Titus 2:3-4
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Yes He will ... yes he will ...
Metamorphosis
We played in field full of trees
Me and my brothers, we were three
The youngest one, on our shoulders we carried
And when we sat, he was on our knee.
But little by little as days went by
He could crawl, was trying to walk
But try all he could, he would fall
And cry aloud, to young to talk.
So I made sure he would never fall
For I carried him always in my hand
And soon I saw others his age
Running and jumping across the sand.
My bigger brother came up to me
He said of things that one cannot learn
Places that one cannot reach
Unless he falls, fails or take a wrong turn.
So now I stand in the shadow of a tree
Watching and praying, hoping today it would be
Ready to rush, console and wipe away tears
Or to say, "I knew you could walk. See!!"
1Jn 5:16 If anyone sees his brother sin a sin not to death, he shall ask, and He shall give him life for those that do not sin to death. There is a sin to death, I do not say that he shall pray for it.
Joh 6:44 No one can come to Me unless the Father who has sent Me draw him, and I will raise him up at the last day.
keith...wow wow wow wow wow wow.....super duper awesome bro....totally love it:-)...u've got some serious talent my man:-)
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