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The Souls Cry For Freedom
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BUILDER
Spoken,like building the planks of a stairway.
Slowly moving closer to the light beneath the door.Pealing back the darkness that holds away that day.
Kneeling to the God of design,the Spirit that always requires more.
Offering obediance to the hammer and the nail.
So footage will be made steady come what may.
Step by step,hand and rail.
Words fall utterly-crushing the ideal.Even the door is not open or the dream made real.Until that one thing is spoken.
Then the day will lay dout broken before the entrance of distiny.And the cob webs will be sweep away from memory.
Then will the room be reachable.And the heart will grow mighty in truth. Words fall like rain.I close my eyes and wonder at the pain.
Left alone with life.Alone to face the swelling tides.Come sing sweet and true,and let me fall ever into you^^^^^^^



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