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The Stacks of Rocks
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The Stacks of Rocks |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
My friend, who lives in the rocks Its not a cave It isn't sand Its the rocks on the ground With staying power They move by human influence and instruction According to God's law of gravity Unaffected by ignorant judgmentality Even that of authority And Jesus is a rock Lock me down and burry me with stone If I didn't use everything I would be stacked on nothing On top of a lie you fall Only what is true can hold firm If I offended you I apologize It wasn't meant to But even as solid as a rock is Its indifferent to light Solid things with no life may be blind indeed Eat the grains and suck the coffee Clean with class and very sturdy Study the laws and rebuke the flaws Walk with pottery and me Jesus, white robes, in poetry So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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