** STORM **

* STORM *


Cloud of dust
Circle of confusuion
Her condemnation
Cast the first stone
All alone she lay in a heap
A naked mess at the Saviours feet


Vile chants so dissonant
Mens hearts so easily decieve
They bring tyranny
He brings peace
They bring accusation
He brought sweet relief.


Whore beggar, thief & liar
She should be made no more
Worthless in every way
A castoff
A spectaor for her own funeral pyre


But grace saw fit
Love drew near
Mercy He did show
A whisper only she could hear
A call to righteousness
Not of her own
A call of forgivness
His blood would someday atone


A meeting of the eyes
A meeting of the heart
One on one
This Man, This God complete in one
Reaching out His hand
Strong yet gentle
Writting in the sand


You are forgiven child
Go and sin no more
Rise up and know freedom
Stand proud for you have been made new
And these men
This wicked generation
Hypocrites,thieves & liars


For I say unto you
If you are without sin
cast that stone
or leave before the setting sun
For in the heavens there's a storm approaching
For all those with eyes to see
For all those with hearts to hear
This storm is raging
And This Saviour, This King beckons us to draw near

Awesome Brother.

TY...lol..little quickie..dunno what inspired me...just gotta go with the flow. lol

Love it !!!! Well done !!

TY Michelle!

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