Ronnie Blanchet

ONTOLOGY

I know it’s sharp stabbing pain
That you have as you sit keeled over
on your porceline throne
With a towel covering up all your God given glory i own
, but hangin’ up from the wall
Connected to a pipeline city of hose
runs the flow of our indoor
personal waterfall
in our own home

I heard that pains temporary,
but I think in the moment it seems like eternity
Is it necessary? I think if it wasn’t nothin’ would hurt at all

,but that’s not how the world is
In fact it’s big, though it may even be mighty, but small
in the eyes of THE CREATOR we’re surrounded by giants, but to Him they maybe mighty, but never the less they are still small.

As I walk, the streets
I see the Son and hear
there’s a song
and when I feel their presence
I remember I’m clothed in His robes

Yes I can feel their hatred, but it’s fear
It’s fear of The Son
I’m really no one
and in His brightness
I’m reminded that their
jealous of HIS love
and that no one wants to pay the penalty
for their crime

I’m reminded that their jealous of love
and oh that To God
giants are small
Yes we are surrounded by zombies we can see and giants we can’t 
yeah we’re not nothin’ at all
and Giants
are

small.