When time closes down for me When time closes down for me My spirit will explore the heavens. I wont complain I will go. I need to go This is not my home When the undertaker is done Dont fight with him over the depth,because its my death. My earthly house is ugly, Yet there are mansions awaiting mankind. In the attic of the blues Where sound does not echo I will be above the sun Enjoying the fun. My spirit wont come back Before Jesus fetches a cloud to ride. On his way back to the earth Thats when I will have mirth. You dont go with your dogs and donkeys,they remain. There are no donkeys in heaven He cannot ask for one to ride. When he comes,I will ask him, How it feels to be in a cloud He doesnt share his glory His cloud noone will take. There is no rain needed in that cloud What an irony: The cloud that holds water, Now host Jesus. The lost soul will pay a cost of his entire life To have a seat in heaven. Which wont happen, Because the price was paid already.. Jesus was received in a cloud And the father was proud. Its time for reconnections To restore deaths loot;my spirit. My coffin, termites will break To build their malls and hotels. In my house of dry bones Where they dont blow horns. No people to excite Or incite You cannot respite But despite........... Even my angel remains In the archives,my history They will retain. Nowander why I said, I wont complain,I will go Thats my ego Let me go.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 01:09:42 +0000
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