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Riccobono Owens
04:54
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Gather into one place the lovely remains of the ancients,
Mighty in valor Known for wisdom they rose
But all they have are dust and bones
which have lain for so long, so long,
in Cathedrals of might and stories all their own
Boom goes the gun, the fire is burning, cause desires and yearnings
For land and power, and freedom from horrors and thrones
Men and women are dying and dying in droves
Only the monstrous anger of the guns mowed them down
Only the stuttering rapid rattle sound
They died in thousands and millions all around
At Somme and Ypres they did drown
All across the world people hold dear
Truth and honor, fathers and daughters draw near
Crackle goes the fire and down goes the nail through their bones
Their lives thrown to the side of the road
And their tombstones never again are sought or shown
Gather into one place the lovely remains of the ancients,
Mighty in valor Known for wisdom they rose
But all they have are dust and bones
Remember remember their names and why they died
Remember remember how they laid down their lives
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Speak
03:28
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There’s a longing for the Father who’s gone, a yearning for that abiding embrace that speaks rest for the weary who’re trapped in place
But there is a trace in the blood and the sword, a will-o-wisp that entrances the weak and the poor
Eat this calf I’ve been preparing, and wear this robe that I’ve been wearing
Speak to your son who’s been caring for your lambs, and speak to your son whose pride is in a sham
Speak to me…
Oh I’ve eaten my fill of the pigs’ pods and I’ve sown your fields with sweat and blood
And there’s no guilt in life or fear in death, but all I ever wanted was your presence
And remember your Word, for it’s my only hope, and when the man said to whom else shall we go? He spoke the truth that even when you’re gone there is no one but you, my God my God
Speak to me…
Father may your will be done
And when you hear the cry of this son
My your battle cry be “bring him home”
Bring him home, bring him home, in your presence he is home
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A Farmer
05:00
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In an forested glen of ivory pines and saplings of green
Farmer stood weeding his carrots and looking after his beans after his beans
He lived in a cottage with his wife and grew his food without strife
A man came and asked for water and a hen to eat, he said get your own meat, I’ve worked this land with my bare hands and you are not worthy of what I’ve grown so go
Feel your heart callusing over, feel your soul getting a little bit colder
The farmer’s wife asked him to clean the clothes down at the river, so that she could go and cut herbs and prepare his dinner
He said I don’t have time for the womanly work cause I've worked all day in the hot sun and you’ll not tell me what to do when I’m done
The farmer grew old alone and with only longing in his tone he said
I’ve worked my hands to the bone, and not shared what I’ve sown, and now I’m alone, I'm so alone
Pride never makes a man, nor the work of his hand, but how serves when he’s hungry, and those he can not stand
Let this be
Bring me the lazy bring me the weak, bring me a towel so I can clean their feet
Break down
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Blessed
04:45
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I was ashamed of my middle name, the name that my parents had given me.
And by implication I was ashamed of what my they stood for and what they dreamed
But my grandfather’s grandfather blessed my name, and spoke prayers over what I was to be
Now the righteous have spoken, and the Father’s intervened, my name is blessed and the
power that was passed down holds sway over me
Hallelujah
Songs ring out from the mouths of blessed, and hordes of angels erupts to keep the pace
Hymns and praise and sounds for His name envelope heavens gate to proclaim
The message of Joshua and the message of the jailor as for me and my house we will serve the Savior
Around the piano a cry goes out there is a Redeemer and his kingdom is now
We cry hallelujah, we cry hosanna to God be the glory for now and forever
The Word that read after the breaking of bread
There were that hands laid on my brother’s head
men and women who have gone before who have intercessed at heaven’s door
They cried (for love)
And they prayed (for me)
And they spoke (in truth)
And they begged (for unity)
Praise the Father
Praise the Son
Praise the Spirit for making us one
Hallelujah
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Alfred Robinson
04:40
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Through the darkness, I behold her
Beyond all work of sculptors stone
Unchanged by the words of a liar
Surpassing the Caesars of Rome,
Light she was, bright and clear
a vision amongst the desolate
Gliding through the ruins of fear
She came and was present
Her name can not yet be spoken
Her words remain unsaid
My heart may remain broken
For one without option to be dead
Observant of the way she told
So much of what was true,
No puffing up or humble fold
Just simple words, and honest cues
She spared me the familiar guile,
So easily achieved,
That made other men smile
And left me undeceived.
With passionate calm she lived
And laughed in the same way
Of cleverness she was not rid
Ready to sit or to play
Conscious of my mother’s word
The day always cherished
Yearning for the three stranded cord
The beggar never banished
Wait I am running
Wait I am coming
Wait at the sea
Wait for me
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