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"I watch the epiphanies slide down the windows
As I rest my head on the pane;
It transforms into a domino; falling(etched into it is your name)
Solitaire is the game played by James
Days are filled with continuous brain storms
He gazes at the shooting stars rain
His shelter is under the umbrella of the King
He keeps dry, marveling at the cosmic shower scene
At His throne is where he dreams
Sincere repentence sown in soliliquis
Seals the cracks of the stream
Of consciousness
Turning into an ocean
from truth serum flowing
Over dosing on components
No one dares to go with
Like holding onto a bouquet of lit candle wicks
instead of roses
He opens Gods word when the eyes are swollen
Time is abundant
Nobody is around
So if he blow it
Only God knows it
He's a piece of clay being shaped and molded;
His roots of sin begin uprooted
So righteousness can keep growing
Warrior within is showing
Need more time to train
These words of his are hollow
If no action is displayed
Satisfaction is in the frame
Of a young man
On his knees listening
No time to complain
On the blank canvas
Advances towards Christ
Is James Wright answer
Holding onto his old life
Is like holding onto cancer
Running in circles until he pants
How can you take on the Giants
When you're reliant on your own strength?
You can't
That's backwards like being lawyered by your clients
There's a hook but he won't bite it
Christ paid the price for his sin
Bought him eternal life
So he turned to Him
Even if it means solitary confinement
Day into night resting in the furnace
Being purified and renewed like gold
As the temperature rises;
On this world
Not of this world
He has gained a mission
There are souls to win
Its no longer about James
He's bringing change to the game
Like taking quarters to an arcade
'Continue in....' "
As I rest my head on the pane;
It transforms into a domino; falling(etched into it is your name)
Solitaire is the game played by James
Days are filled with continuous brain storms
He gazes at the shooting stars rain
His shelter is under the umbrella of the King
He keeps dry, marveling at the cosmic shower scene
At His throne is where he dreams
Sincere repentence sown in soliliquis
Seals the cracks of the stream
Of consciousness
Turning into an ocean
from truth serum flowing
Over dosing on components
No one dares to go with
Like holding onto a bouquet of lit candle wicks
instead of roses
He opens Gods word when the eyes are swollen
Time is abundant
Nobody is around
So if he blow it
Only God knows it
He's a piece of clay being shaped and molded;
His roots of sin begin uprooted
So righteousness can keep growing
Warrior within is showing
Need more time to train
These words of his are hollow
If no action is displayed
Satisfaction is in the frame
Of a young man
On his knees listening
No time to complain
On the blank canvas
Advances towards Christ
Is James Wright answer
Holding onto his old life
Is like holding onto cancer
Running in circles until he pants
How can you take on the Giants
When you're reliant on your own strength?
You can't
That's backwards like being lawyered by your clients
There's a hook but he won't bite it
Christ paid the price for his sin
Bought him eternal life
So he turned to Him
Even if it means solitary confinement
Day into night resting in the furnace
Being purified and renewed like gold
As the temperature rises;
On this world
Not of this world
He has gained a mission
There are souls to win
Its no longer about James
He's bringing change to the game
Like taking quarters to an arcade
'Continue in....' "