American Beauty
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Dear Jesus, thank you for
bringing me back to your fold
Thank you for your mercy and your love untold
I felt so lonely, and far, far away;
Eat, drink and be merry now. Live it up you only live once. The world will tell you this it's just a lie. No, instead serve Jesus now with hearts filled with compassion.
My mind wanders to the stillness of a field
where wild asters used to stud the grass with blue
I seem to hear the echo of a voice
Lamenting over the vast stretches where my thoughts cling
Once each week at visiting hour
To me he comes past prison tower
feeling his way with guard in lead
To fulfill with love our mutual need
Like monasteries of old, you,
lie perched on a hillside near the village
You are mysterious, somber & silent
yet there are no huge carved
To have a heart that is tied up in knots
when their are a dozen of pots
in your sink;
Can't even think
to dismiss this Earthly bliss
in a time well spent in thought.
The flesh profits nothing. To have a heart that is tied up in knots when their are a dozen of pots in your sink; Can't even think to dismiss this Earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought. Yet the Spirit brings life & peace.
A call is going out into all the nation
purity, morality & values
We have closed are eyes from reality
Instead have chosen gross decency
Just not having you in my arms is driving me insane
The twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
was there something inside you have been wishing
We hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Eyes how they oft' twinkle..,
Rich yet centered abroad,
With open arms,
A welcoming love embrace.,
Footsteps of haunting voices..,
Still from my past,
humanities heaviest of cost
one must learn to put self on a shelf
to surrender to unconditional acceptance
love is the essence of one's existence
Base and foundation,Gloss and lipstick,Eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner.
Am I pretty enough yet?
A hundred and eighty pounds,Bigger clothes,Strange looks from the people around me.
When the song plays I see my treasure, the person who I care about.
A bitter sweet song that gives me a sign that you are still waiting for me.
A paper bag blows in the wind
Never happy. Won't be again.
Just a piece of worthless detriment
A useless piece of useless judgement.
Bullet to the back of the head
It will put this truth to rest
