As I sit n my shame and guilt, as i cry from this enduring pain, and anguish is the nearer feeling. It's your powerful beauty that captures me and saves. Your love is all I need to breath, to love, to live.
Shout with the voice of triumph if you've been saved,
Shout with the voice of triumph if you've been redeemed by the powerful Almighty. My Lord, my God, all I need is your beauty.
Today I sing with a joy and a shout. My Lord has pulled me by my hand from the depth of the enemies home. When all I knew was hurt, and when anger was my closest dependent, the powerful Father, my 1 Lord conquered all with his matchless beauty.
The beauty that saves, our guiding light, the Creator, is our Father. The 1 who split the Red Sea, and rose from the dead is our King, the awestruck beauty. The beauty that saves.
Darkness lingers all around me. Tunnel vision clouds everything. I look up and realize, there's still a fire that burns greatly for your presence. You're the Beauty of my life. The Beauty that saves...
~The Audassity of Anna Lee Rose~
Friday, October 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
"The Bird"
How can a bird fly, without the encouragement to strive?
How can the bird glide in the wind when it's going in a horrific spin?
No one seems to notice, no one seems to see,
that this world has become what this bird fears to be.
I try to change the world, instead I get knocked down with a hurl,
I want everyone to just forget about it all.
We fight.
Why do we fight?
We hold on tight.
When I say, what is the meaning of all this?
And Why?
Why cant we just let issues just pass on by?
Why?
Doesn't anyone have another vision then night?
But no one seems to bother. No one seems to care.
No one seems to see the fortune of together, no one takes that dare.
So now I ask myself countless nights,
Why the fight?
Will there ever be a day where we'll let peace do what it longs to succeed?
Will there ever be a day where we'll let peace be?
Will there ever be a day when we'll open that cage, and set this bird free?
How can the bird glide in the wind when it's going in a horrific spin?
No one seems to notice, no one seems to see,
that this world has become what this bird fears to be.
I try to change the world, instead I get knocked down with a hurl,
I want everyone to just forget about it all.
We fight.
Why do we fight?
We hold on tight.
When I say, what is the meaning of all this?
And Why?
Why cant we just let issues just pass on by?
Why?
Doesn't anyone have another vision then night?
But no one seems to bother. No one seems to care.
No one seems to see the fortune of together, no one takes that dare.
So now I ask myself countless nights,
Why the fight?
Will there ever be a day where we'll let peace do what it longs to succeed?
Will there ever be a day where we'll let peace be?
Will there ever be a day when we'll open that cage, and set this bird free?
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