GAD
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"TEMPLE OF SOUL"
In the temple of the soul, we find,
A sanctuary for heart and mind,
Where candles flicker, shadows dance,
In timeless rhythms, we entrance.
Oh Lord never
forsake thy
servant, in hot
displeasure. Never
leave those who
cast their trust
on you in distress.
Take hold and
shield and buckler,
be their defence
and cast their
Oh Lord never
forsake thy
servant with hot
displeasure. Never
leave those who
cast their trust on
you in distress.
Take hold and
shield and buckler,
be their defence
and cast their
Oh Lord never
forsake thy
servant with hot
displeasure. Never
leave those who
cast their trust on
you in distress.
Take hold and
shield and buckler,
be their defence
and cast their
CLOUDNINE'S TWENTY SEVEN PSALM OF DOXOLOGY TO ADORE THY LORD GAD!
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1 Make holy his glorious name and adore His powerful word.
2 Sing praises unto thee. And let every breathing creatures tremble at His footstool.
Amy please let go of my heart
My lounges need room to expand
And i find it hard to breath
When you press my chest like that.
Amy i know your easily scared
Do you know what it is like to be afraid of everything?
Terrified of what has been,
terrified of what's to come.
I'm afraid of my own passing shadow,
when I turn and when I walk.
I'm afraid of myself.
For a very long time I looked down on myself
for pursuing my dreams instead of the wealth
My brother, an engineer
My sister, a nurse
And I...
I am...
not the lawyer you wanted to see
She was the canvas,
the blade the brush,
the blood the paint
that gives her a rush.
A rush of releif
from the opressive thoughts
that control her mind,
that takes control of her life.
Red,
The colour you bleed
As you pour your heart
To the stranger on the bus.
Red,
The colour you bleed
As you pace back and forth
in your bedroom
Contemplating
It must have been cloudy --
for this pain in my chest is heavy.
And as you speak, the rain begins to fall,
soaking my skin;
sending shivers to my spine,
with every step you took.
Tears stream down my face as my mind begins to scatter
Feelings of hopelessness overwhelm my being
Depression is no longer a word, it’s a part of me
I can’t breathe
