He says come Come let us reason together The stone The builders rejected By number, weight and measure He says come Lord Jesus lone keeper of the law
now is the end of the gentile pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone She's gone much too long Any time she goes away Ain
it's always cold when she's away ain't no sunshine when she's gone she's always gone too long any time she goes away ain't no sunshine when she's gone
do tell how is the little pilgrims progress does he endeavour to perservere close mantled to knives and kisses just like when you were here what little
i changed my mind and looked no better hard of hart blind blind to his higher art my frustration my anger in disguise i slip under i slip under quiet
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breath and speak to me speak to me it's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch what matter if the wind cast it down with a ruthless hand 'cause we remember
wounded That you may know You may know one another She looks for me in picture Oh my brother's keeper In picture worn smooth From hand to hand A quiet
Up up and behind your breath Up up up scorch the earth ruined lives entire of all the architects grand this ones the liar but my king my king shows his hands
t know how He delights not in the strength of horses He takes no pleasure not in the legs of men He's a working man And none can stay his hand His are
here and there wails the wall I pass in you alone in you alone there is no harm in you alone your sound in a picture frame your burlap silken scarf right hand
Down in yon forest there stands a hall Bells of paradise I hear them ring It's gilded all over with purple and pall And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
You stand in my circle The circle of my center here It will take some time To get to this point Remember you are spinning Around the room I dare not rest My hands
chestplate of his rightiousness And his gospel boots In full armour In full armour By the sword of his spirit And the shield of faith Not of hands
Train bull shameful walk the rail Law and pistol for the low dogs tail I live on fox I?m sittin in the sun Wakan oyate wakan nape Wotan in washte Listen
mine to keep the spirit is willing the flesh is weak how long have you been standing there only here a lonley man I do I get behind myself grieved in my spirit by my hands
She into me See into me Soaring over my heart She for the keeping Of each passing day I pray Of each passing day I pray She among the precious ones Far
