People Talk

People talk
People talk
Talk,talk, talking
What of?
I wonder
What of ?
Love ?

What is there to talk about?
It is all here.
The beauty of it.
I don’t own anything.
Everything here belongs to God.

Rise,rise
Rise from your body
Still the pain
Lay yourself in His Hands

It’s funny, I sit here with these clothes
And these possessions which surround.
Would He approve?
They belong to Him.
I thank Him for them.
Do we need to adorn ourselves so?
Would he like this?
Why,
I am here to please Him.
To see.
To see the truth.
I must remember this.
We all must see the Truth
So will righteousness be restored.
One day righteousness will be restored.
One day righteousness will be all there is.

How can I tell the world

How can I tell the world
while it busies itself into the day?
The world won’t listen,
there are no delicate ears here.
The world won’t stop,
the ears are made of steel here.
There is no love here
only ears which hear a voice,
a voice of steel.
In the tumult I stand
and shield my poor delicate ears from the steel voices,
metal hands and iron words
in their world of metal tears,
tears which pour only for their lost selves.

We all move with the melody

We all move with the melody
We all see the jewels
We all hear the song
We all feel the sun
The melody is cracked
The jewels are chipped
The song is scratched
And the sun shines too strong
Listen to my heartbeat
It beats for You, God.
It can only beat for You.
And it can only beat for You, God.