we gather again
to celebrate
freed from sin
on this holy date
for given to us all
under the steady star
was one beyond any recall
a czar of czars
a gentle baby came
and set us free
from all refrain
of heavans's divinity
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Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
upon our hearts
its so simple
to put a dimple
in that sad cheek
for the eyes to stop that leak
but it feels so heavy
like an endless levy
upon our hearts
all the failed starts
but it is we who hold
the whip so bold
it is our own misery we ferry
into tomorrows glad praire
to put a dimple
in that sad cheek
for the eyes to stop that leak
but it feels so heavy
like an endless levy
upon our hearts
all the failed starts
but it is we who hold
the whip so bold
it is our own misery we ferry
into tomorrows glad praire
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
that we are not unique
its crazy you know
that we all have show
how smart we think we are
and that we are not at all bizarre
compelled we be
for others to see
that we are not unique
but only a little oblique
its fun to be among
so many wonderful young
and old unique beings
huddled together in all these dwellings
that we all have show
how smart we think we are
and that we are not at all bizarre
compelled we be
for others to see
that we are not unique
but only a little oblique
its fun to be among
so many wonderful young
and old unique beings
huddled together in all these dwellings
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
but the race is already won
we can never know
within this tableau
who we touch
and when it means so much
we fret and worry
trouble to trouble we scurry
but the race is already won
by the most highs son
so be at peace
and let joy ne'er cease
for how can you fail
when upon heavens glory you sail?
within this tableau
who we touch
and when it means so much
we fret and worry
trouble to trouble we scurry
but the race is already won
by the most highs son
so be at peace
and let joy ne'er cease
for how can you fail
when upon heavens glory you sail?
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