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Feb 06, 2008
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tulips... in a graveyard.
Wandering....
Wandering...
but does that
suprise?
Can't you see
I don't belong
here?
When you fall into
my eyes.
Its funny
how time pasts
so quickly
when your
having fun
but I wasn't
-still not-
And I'm
wondering when
this will all
be
done.
I'm a stranger,
still I'm stranger
but not unlike
that baby boy.
We first meet
in the manger
I still feel
anger
he didn't get
a room.
but look
how he
ended up
laying in a
borrowed tomb.
But don't worry
too much
it's not the end
To tell you
the truth
its only after death
that true life
begins.
And he rose.
Remember what
he told us
in that blessed word
I lay my life down
and I can
take it up
Cause I'm
the one who
holds the world.
Peace he gives to me
not as the world
gives.
He speaks to me
"Because I'm life
so shall you
live".
Follow me!
he says
Take up your
cross!
he cries
open your eyes
don't be shy
it's time to be dead.
To realize you were
crucified
and cause he rose
You can live.
But not to yourself
your not your own
your his.
Wandering...
but does that
suprise?
Can't you see
I don't belong
here?
When you fall into
my eyes.
Its funny
how time pasts
so quickly
when your
having fun
but I wasn't
-still not-
And I'm
wondering when
this will all
be
done.
I'm a stranger,
still I'm stranger
but not unlike
that baby boy.
We first meet
in the manger
I still feel
anger
he didn't get
a room.
but look
how he
ended up
laying in a
borrowed tomb.
But don't worry
too much
it's not the end
To tell you
the truth
its only after death
that true life
begins.
And he rose.
Remember what
he told us
in that blessed word
I lay my life down
and I can
take it up
Cause I'm
the one who
holds the world.
Peace he gives to me
not as the world
gives.
He speaks to me
"Because I'm life
so shall you
live".
Follow me!
he says
Take up your
cross!
he cries
open your eyes
don't be shy
it's time to be dead.
To realize you were
crucified
and cause he rose
You can live.
But not to yourself
your not your own
your his.
— GKCSMAC, Feb 06, 2008
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