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The Call


Psalm   Although the Lord be high above he doth recall the lowly and if within thy secret heart the Lord shall surely know thee Although I walk in trouble Lord I know thou wilt be by me you hold me in thy very hands and always walk beside me I love you with mine own true heart before the world . . .  thee your love was . . . there before the storm thy mercy doth amaze me If I ascend to heaven Lord I know thou wilt be with me and if I make my bed in hell I know thou won't desert me How precious are thy thoughts to me how great thy loving kindness how blind man cannot see that God will ease his blindness

Broken Things   you can have my heart though it isn't new it's been used and broken and only comes in blue it's been down a long road and it got dirty on the way if I give it to you will you make it clean and wash the shame away  you can have my heart if you don't mind broken things you can have my life if you don't mind these tears well I heard that you make old things new so I give all these pieces to you if you want you can have my heart   so beyond repair nothing I could do I tried to fix it myself but it was worse when I got through   then you walked into my darkness and you speak words so sweet and you hold me like a child till my frozen tears fall at your feet   you can have my heart if you don't mind broken things

The Woods   I can see night in the day time Into the woods I quietly go It takes all the strength I have in me These are the woods The night of the soul Painful to see Love without action Painful to see years of neglect Achin' to see all that they see Still telling lies to the remains of respect Creatures we are worth defending It takes the right word said from the heart Given to you without ending Given to you, the purpose of art Thousands of plans, I've made many I wonder just how many plans I have made Feelin' this mood overtake me Finally to see the truth as it fades Out of these woods will you take me Out of these woods, out of the strom Sinless child can you save me Guilty man, freedom is yours

 

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