nBy the word and command, mortal man can stand, son of man is the manna manifestnnIn the flesh and the blood, and the bones and the rocks, in the valley of the deadnnThe dry bones are gonna walk and talknnTo the rhythm of the saints y’all, to the rhythm of the saintsnnAnd I paint it red to remember the dead, who layed down their lives for the truthnnAnd the seed that is buried takes root, and this ignorant world will have proofnnI remember the sins of my youth, the path and the madness of unrestrained pleasurennThe heavier trip it made the heavier debternnIn the deepest of dark without a wing or a feather,nnThe spiral closed in like a cage, like a cagennA maze that’s amazing for days turns to rage if the page it refuses to turnnnAnd the hopeless will hope the book burnsnnWhen the lesson it returns, but the lesson is still unlearnednnSee I yearn to discern if a life can be earned or is given as a gift to the deadnnI read and I bled and I fed to the full my soul on the sickest of sicknessnnSeeking the light of a saviors witness, a way that one day that I might forget thisnnBut slave master wont permit thisnnCause I’m a hooker I’m his mistressnnAnd when I look for freedom he puts more chains on mennStrangles my hope so that I live like a zombiennWhat masters house can this be, that when I look for freedom he still deceives mennIf there’s a God I screamed, “Answer me!”nnI didn’t expect an answer to be received, He saidnnYou must die, to be set free, living in the kingdom of God eternallynnOpen up my eyes so that I can see, and die with a cry revolutionarynnEvery man and woman is a witness, and we will never forget thisnnTruthnnUndiluted, undisputed, never to be substituted, or uprooted, fully suited for the warnnIt’s a modernization of a timeless metaphor, andnnBy the boomerang we bring the beats back morennWhat for man, do we work exterior to core, or begin it in the spirit of the LordnnNow you could pull the chord, but the people still sing it acapellannMarching to the beat I hear their feet are in the cellarnnFear not the world cannot stop what must begin within you and mennA fire wind, holy hymn, beautiful diadem, hidden within positively pure prism refractionnnEvery colors broken down, harmonize with my eyes spectrumnnIn the end bleeding into the One, to the source, to the beautiful father of lightnnAll the pressure and pain, produces perseverancennIt’s purged by the flames, without interferencennProduces a hope, In the glory of GodnnMy God I am your son, and I know that you will finish the work that you’ve begunnnHomespun, grassroots, spontaneously suits the purpose, and we don’t deserve thisnnLifennHe saidnnYou must die to be set free, living in the kingdom of God eternallynnOpen up my eyes so that I can see, and die with a cry revolutionarynnEvery man and woman is a witness, and we will never forget thisnnTruth
SISU
Josh Garrels
Loading...
Lyrics by Josh Garrels
A Far-Off Hope All Creatures Beyond the Blue Blessed is He Break Bread Centipede [Instrumental] Creation Song DECISION Desert Father Farther Along FIRE BY NIGHT Flood Waters For You Freedom - Seven Stars (DVD) Version Good Friday Indiana Sky Jacaranda Tree Little Blue Million Miles My Child Never Have I Found OVER OCEANS Pilot Me Rabbit & The Bear Rainbow Rejoice and Lament Revelator Rise Season Of Rain Slip Away Songbird Sweet River Roll The March The Original Spacefan The Resistance Train Song Travel the Land Ulysses White Owl Words Remain YHWH Zion & Babylon Zion & Babylon
Related Songs
