i think about the waves of time and how they roll across my shoulders
thinkin no clock is gonna get the best of me
minutes threaten through the years
to carve wrinkles with my tears
across the face with straining eyes to see...
they're looking for the peace that passes all understanding
in a world so crazed with fear
they say that i am much to demanding to want a better place than here
so i'll go unto visions of the prophets claim to me
and i'll dream of Heaven the promise in which i believe
was made by the Father...
sealed by the blood...
with the promise of spirit
my victory is won
outside are dogs and scoffers who mock my very soul
they steal the Joy of the promise i own
but i will not be shaken from the rock that cleaves to me
i have searched the world and found there's one thing i need
it's the...
won't no lion catch me sleeping
not in the darkest night
can i say the same for you?
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