Free, free, free my soul!
Hold my hands ‘n’ guide me sole.
Lead me to the blood that flowed.
Let me swim in mercy’s flood.
Save our souls ye God of heaven,
From the brigand sect of deceitful congress.
Deliver us out of the snare of our legislators,
Who played games with youthful lives.
‘Rounded by thickets, thorns 'n' briars,
Ev’ryone thought He'd choke before He could bud.
Beset by weeds and ruffled by the coarse earth,
He fought bravely the battles of survival.
On board the terrace of my despondency
I beheld the strength of the weak made manifest,
As the weakness of the strong ebbed,
I saw the lame leap without feet,
In this life, we were sown,
A Cherub but an Imp grew.
Weaned a lad with an adults’ mind,
We question that we ought to ignore.
My heart ‘d race in fervent pace,
When your name I hear without your face,
Your words me they’ll brace,
When life’s battles I face,
Speechless, I linger
By the open window;
To beheld a wondrous sight.
Such eternal beauty,
You're a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But your worth to me far outweigh
A mountain of precious stones.
Against all odds
Against the tyranny of nature's reign;
He grew, a rose in the desert
His crimson petals sleep not,
When night, blanket the earth in fierce darkness,
As all souls lie in sweet repose's nest;
The wind began to rise
And roar from yonder shore,