The Perfect Story
The Perfect Story
THE PERFECT STORY
I don’t dream of snakes
I can’t take the elevator to the top
But will take the road
Down where the LORD leads me
Surrender
Obey
Behave
Disdain
Rebellion
To he who saves
But spite
My flesh
Not the air I breath
Remove the tomb
From my soul
My hardened heart of stone
Sometime is too heavy for me
Please shine you’re light thru me
Cus else there is no use for me
It’s you’re love
Not serpents who I wish to lead me
Tho troubles and woes are down
This path
I know you’re peace
Indwells within me
The sun is you’re fruit
Not harlots charms
You may allow them to partake
In taking men down
But it’s you who gave them up
To they’re own harm
Because All
Has use
Yes all has use
Because you’re the Master story teller
and this world
Isn’t
Hours
We are pawns of
Illumination and wickedness
All for you’re glory
All for you’re
Triune
Perfect
Story
There is a perfect Story
And it is not mine
It is always unraveling
Since the beginning of time
The fevers been placed
and the actors you chose
There is a perfect story
Who’s glory
Casts
Millions
To witness
True
Truth
We might have a say,
But we are not in control
We are provoked
And
silent
