To and fro the path of morality I roam Still, my guilt stays Where else could I go? What else could I do?
Placebos of penance and resolves only aggravate my miseries – but still, I must try Oh, wretched man that I am! Who can deliver me from this burden of guilt Is my good heart my undulator? Is there peace in blandness?
To life, there must be a meaning Still, my accolades don’t ease my feel Vanity my heart tingles ‘Watin money no fit do too much money go do am’- So the bustle continues Oh, wretched man that I am!
Beguiling lads and delightful lasses, as drawing as the ruins of Chinese walls. Why do sicknesses seem to find thee a worthy prey? Why hath thine life become a lawn for nefarious beings?
I know of a man Eradicated but not consumed Devoured but not destroyed He arose! His hugs leave a fragrance of tranquility, kiss a dose of power, his touch a healing courier
I know of a weight lifting device Standing between the heavens and earth It is a sin lifter, An emblem of reconciliation with divinity. It is the cross!
I know of a crony Whose whimpers give guidance His wings a haven, aura charisma His signature is power He is the holy ghost He is the power of resurrection.
Oh yeah, who exude appeal, are you not tired of this facade? Would you linger till your withering seconds to clasp mercy’s slippery hands? Would you dangle on the frontier of timeless time to divulge my love present?
Daddy as many that are yet to taste of the resurgence power of the risen Lord, as they come to you, toss them not away. Tonight sir, as many that come home, let there be healing, deliverance, and help.