SC ( / Colorado Springs, Colorado.)


I come, with the bounty of My light
this sound of wind, in flight...profound
Wise not are the strangers words, heard
I seek the lost and stolen
where man can walk and play
but secret truth professed, not shown, means nothing
worthless sacrifice
All of this harm unused mind of the Creator's power
God.. who is He? forever unidentified as unseen waste
There is a new covenant somewhere in time
rejoice! as this means disobedience to the love of His law
Many times the God of gods cries
but tears fall upon selfish flesh
How many signs are needed.
to tell of the turbulent end?

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