- Feb 13, 2003
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Tears With Pride
When I think of the goodness of Jesus
AND ALL
He has done for me my soul cries out,
with tears that I thought were lost,
but has come once again,
in another form, that counsels to not grieve the
Holy Spirit, but make the Word your daily consumption.
RISE UP
and become strong because along with the Holy Spirit
cometh power.
No matter how much I forgive, my tears
remind me I'll never forget.
They don't rub my past in my face,
but utter,"you have made it through the storms..."
And not to forget, a year in tribulation of thorns.
If through Poetic Pride I was truly reborn,
then why are the wounds still open and torn?
Can I still say a rose is still a rose?
No, Christ is the vine and I am the branch?
I can't beat this thing,life, alone because weeping will last from night to dawn.
See, there is something else that I desire,
not a rekindled fire or ice that cools my thirst.
Yet, I yearn for a sublime dynasty that
would fulfill my spiritual needs through rebirth.
When I think of the goodness of Jesus
AND ALL
He has done for me my soul cries out,
with tears that I thought were lost,
but has come once again,
in another form, that counsels to not grieve the
Holy Spirit, but make the Word your daily consumption.
RISE UP
and become strong because along with the Holy Spirit
cometh power.
No matter how much I forgive, my tears
remind me I'll never forget.
They don't rub my past in my face,
but utter,"you have made it through the storms..."
And not to forget, a year in tribulation of thorns.
If through Poetic Pride I was truly reborn,
then why are the wounds still open and torn?
Can I still say a rose is still a rose?
No, Christ is the vine and I am the branch?
I can't beat this thing,life, alone because weeping will last from night to dawn.
See, there is something else that I desire,
not a rekindled fire or ice that cools my thirst.
Yet, I yearn for a sublime dynasty that
would fulfill my spiritual needs through rebirth.