We Can All Say Things Our Own Sweet Way

We can all say things our own sweet way,

Yet I am afraid all has been said.

All has been said yet people don’t hear.

They don’t hear because it frightens them so.

They lock themselves up

thinking they are righteous and free

But really they are just like you and me

I feel the voice inside my being

I feel the sadness of your tongue

I feel the wind inside my ears

I feel the ever so light touch

of your tingling ,fuzzing, satiny, smooth fleshy flesh

I feel your flesh and yet I am not sure if I feel you.

If I could be sure it was you my heart would cry joy

My heart would love you so pure and free

My heart lays all at my feet

My heart picks me up and leads me on

Leads me unto Kingdom come

Come, let me show you the way too

It is a glorious, glorious, glorious, glorious path

The sights to behold will always last

But you must cast off your chains,

You must bow down in humble praise of those things He has given.

You must look fear in the face

You must see the terror of this dying place

Let me help you

Let me try

Let us all sit down and cry

It’s there, it’s there

The beauty of it all

The voice in the sea

The floating ghost in the hall

The feathery tendrils which flow and flow

The swelling fruit in the bowl

Let us thank Him for our pleasure

Let us be proud to see His treasure.