Sermon Outlines
We are flying on eagles wings
Can tomorrow bring another dying?
We find another golden
Moment.
The curtains dripping
From their torn open sources
In the past, the past.
Is this my writing
Or am I shaking so
Because emptiness
Has swallowed me whole?
Running in circles
Turning to face
A century of illusion
Flashing on the screen
And we bow to leave
I'm not listening. I'd just miss the point.
I'll flee the future In jealous counterpoint
To the past, to the past
We'll cut through the clouds
On our interstellar course.
Ilustrate God's grace
On pen and paper
And I will follow
God knows our best
Thoughts and our worst
Lies and still gives us
His time...
Sunday, April 03, 2005
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