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Earshot
1-5-14


With an earshot
With a price I am bought
In these truths today that I am taught
Where those words again come to naught
Given sight by the darkness
And he's going to make it by the faith taken up
In filling up again my coffee cup
By the lump, the mass and the clod
In that today I lean upon the son of God
By my clod, earth and soil
I am anointed again with fresh oil
By another distraction designed to thwart and foil
With an earshot
In incline mine attention unto the sign
By which many come to believe....








For The Love Of Grace
1-5-14


For the love of my Grace
I risk falling on my neck
taking the cat litter box out the back door
Walking over a sheet of ice
That could have been worse
She is my faithful Calico companion
Sticking by me every step of the way
By our land of Egypt
Given into the hand of our Nebuchadnezzar
Claiming our spoil to carry away
The wealth of the weal and woe
For the love of this Grace
In that it's good to know these wages
Of such an army that today works for me...










Terrible
1-5-14


Making today the multitude of Egypt cease
By Nebuchadnezzar and his strong hand
Yeah, this will be the topic by which afresh I come to be
The scholar to grasp it and come to understand
By the terrible of the nations we make our way out
Of all we wish to leave behind
Where such is a place abundant and rich
By which I occupy my willing mind
Drawing our swords
Against that which
We hope to relinquish and forsake....










Out Of Egypt
1-5-14


Drawing my swords against my Egypt
To fill the land with the slain
Where poetry will be my cord
And classic rock music my vein
Drawing these swords to be brave and bold
Giving God thanks to be in from the cold
In remembrances of a love I once had known
From times of youth yet old
Drawing my sword to face my trial
Always content never getting bored
Yeah, she was my queen
Like a wife of this Pharaoh
Still in pursuit of the flock that escaped...








Out Of Egypt (Part 2)
1-5-14


Making rivers dry
Selling the land into the hands of the wicked and base
One to break down and cry
Given much more than what I deserve
In this unmerited favor known as grace
Making this land waste by the hand of strangers
Knowing peace and safety
Even in all lurking and lingering dangers
With wars within and battles without
To be one to find what this is all about
Out of Egypt again
Light a light to shine upon my doubt....






Out Of Egypt (Part 3)
1-5-14


Making lands desolate
Setting ones fire to execute this judgment
Through a headphone wire
Questioning the way it works for me
Wanting to return to the land
From which we come out of for provisions
Clad in gay apparel and rich attire
By no such partiality
Looking not down upon the poor
We escape the place we hope to leave far behind
Where there will be no more a prince
Nor those that still doubt yet to convince
Making lands desolate
For the cause of moving on....