By Trish Whelan
Many praises can be spoken
Many gifts layed out as token
many acts of God’s will
Help souls that are ill
But a greatness evolves from
Your heart being broken…
The first cut may bleed
Giving life to that seed
Sheltered in the depths of our being
But grace is the dew,
And in the morn, all is new
As the light parts the dark in a dead sea
See, many don’t know,
That in hardship, we grow
So they run from their lives
To seek sanity
But here is the thing
That they need, deep within
It’s the real in this deal
Called humanity.
It goes deeper than us
We are the husk,
We are refined, burn’t away, laid down for this day
Given to those who cry out “Hosanna”
Standing in line is no longer a sign
Of what was, milking time for the cattle.
From pillar to post, reign over us Holy Ghost
As we rise, arm in arm, strong in battle
We must say what we mean
And mean what we say
Breakdown and cry - if it means we will stay
Fight with your tears, with your songs, with your heart
Coz My children are dying
Use your faith to impart.
“Freedom Now!”, is the cry of the lost
Druggies, preachers, hippies and seekers
The new-age has risen, select your prison
A chant or a dome, pseudo religion or prism
Getting high to escape, is the rage of the young
But when the lows are all scraped,
Hands reach to a gun!
There’s no chance of life
If lies are the future
Their God is the stars, universe, mother nature
So close, yet so far, no immitations will suffice
For love and dear life’s first seed - was sacrifice.
Many praises can be spoken
Many gifts layed out as token
many acts of God’s will
Help souls that are ill
But a greatness evolves from
Your heart being broken…
The first cut may bleed
Giving life to that seed
Sheltered in the depths of our being
But grace is the dew,
And in the morn, all is new
As the light parts the dark in a dead sea
See, many don’t know,
That in hardship, we grow
So they run from their lives
To seek sanity
But here is the thing
That they need, deep within
It’s the real in this deal
Called humanity.
It goes deeper than us
We are the husk,
We are refined, burn’t away, laid down for this day
Given to those who cry out “Hosanna”
Standing in line is no longer a sign
Of what was, milking time for the cattle.
From pillar to post, reign over us Holy Ghost
As we rise, arm in arm, strong in battle
We must say what we mean
And mean what we say
Breakdown and cry - if it means we will stay
Fight with your tears, with your songs, with your heart
Coz My children are dying
Use your faith to impart.
“Freedom Now!”, is the cry of the lost
Druggies, preachers, hippies and seekers
The new-age has risen, select your prison
A chant or a dome, pseudo religion or prism
Getting high to escape, is the rage of the young
But when the lows are all scraped,
Hands reach to a gun!
There’s no chance of life
If lies are the future
Their God is the stars, universe, mother nature
So close, yet so far, no immitations will suffice
For love and dear life’s first seed - was sacrifice.