sheshisown
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This is not my writing, however I have permission to share this... so he will not rob the greater good it may do. It is a glory to our Savior.
Day Star A-Rising
Away in a manger, my mind drifts far east,
to wine for the broken and bread without yeast.
To a world most unworthy, comes right for our wrong,
we have a new reason, so I write you this song.
Our sin is common to all men you see,
tho the song is for you, its written by me,
and I am a freekazoid crawling the earth,
and without a fix there'd be no second birth.
And while we were yet sinners God sent in light,
to the humblest of place in a dark lonely night,
to the shepherds attending there roze no small fright,
as a blazing source made the black sky grow bright.
And when they'd pinched their pale gaunt cheeks,
knew they werent dreaming but felt a bit weak,
for there came an angel above the flock in the hay
and a heavnly host and the angel did say....
"Glory to God, lads, yer saviour is near,
in place for animals, not far from here."
So the message got out; was really great news,
that our falling far short need not end with a noose...
Holy creamoly, I'm a man with a name,
now an ugly cremudgeon can say without shame,
tho I have no credentials, I have a clean robe,
that Jesus can escort, and we soon shall elope.
For I once was the son of the father of lies,
but just as GOD promised He heard my fool cries,
and the days still drag, and the world I still fight
but I'm gauranteed a room where God is my light. (Phicksir)
Day Star A-Rising
Away in a manger, my mind drifts far east,
to wine for the broken and bread without yeast.
To a world most unworthy, comes right for our wrong,
we have a new reason, so I write you this song.
Our sin is common to all men you see,
tho the song is for you, its written by me,
and I am a freekazoid crawling the earth,
and without a fix there'd be no second birth.
And while we were yet sinners God sent in light,
to the humblest of place in a dark lonely night,
to the shepherds attending there roze no small fright,
as a blazing source made the black sky grow bright.
And when they'd pinched their pale gaunt cheeks,
knew they werent dreaming but felt a bit weak,
for there came an angel above the flock in the hay
and a heavnly host and the angel did say....
"Glory to God, lads, yer saviour is near,
in place for animals, not far from here."
So the message got out; was really great news,
that our falling far short need not end with a noose...
Holy creamoly, I'm a man with a name,
now an ugly cremudgeon can say without shame,
tho I have no credentials, I have a clean robe,
that Jesus can escort, and we soon shall elope.
For I once was the son of the father of lies,
but just as GOD promised He heard my fool cries,
and the days still drag, and the world I still fight
but I'm gauranteed a room where God is my light. (Phicksir)