the Cool (part 4)

Because this 'cool' is now over
'Thus sayeth the Lord of Hosts'
Your past doesn't define your future
So murder - by gones be by gones
Let it go - Let it breathe - Let it sing
Let me in and let it be
Let my spirit in for keeps
And let not your heart be -
Troubled - for I am with you
Always stand firm to this truth - Doubled
When your facing challenges
Know I let them in for the growth of your character
And I'm preparing for you a help-meet
And you're gonna ask to marry her.
But I need your heart first
Only I can quench your thirst
So remain steadfast -
Even when your heart wants to burst!
Become my bride to be
When you shed tears, cry for me
And I will see, and I will keep every appearance
cause you - I will seek.
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O Father - reconcile my differences
And teach me how to speak
'Cause every time! I need your matchless touch
Without you - it's just so hard to breathe.
And you're so good, timeless, affectionate and unfading
To be in the embrace of Jesus Christ - This body I'm abating
Lessening the physical
To meet you in the skies
And lavish on your loving kindness - wrapped in a spiritual high
Where you complete my life's purpose
I stand before you in a robe
A wedding cape you made for me
Making me a star in your show
Prepared to worship and selected to shabback and praise
Was this man in my position
And I give you the rest of my days
I love you like no other
You're a true husband - Rabbi
And a mother...
And with my eyes closed in your presence
I'm taken abstract display of various colors.
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That form a rainbow
Not suitable for most
But you formed it as an symbol of agreement
That we'll always be close
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Never again will I part ways or decide double-minded
'Cause I share the Love of the Father - And I can't hide it!
I'll learn how to be wed in the natural Father - to a woman
And forever we'll be joined to you - with no worries of plummet.
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But let our praise be like drumming!
And the clashing of symbols -
Electric guitars over organ solos
Mixed with brass-pipes and Steinway piano
With the joyful ring of harmonica
And MPC break beats
And wood blocks and tambourines
Make praises as we holler and sing!
Let foot stomping and hand clapping
And African style dances
With burnt offerings and burning incense
Stir up your nostrils Champion!
Let ukulele and violins partnered by harps in your orchestra pit
Make you jump off your throne in response
When you hear your worship lit!
May my drum kit, keyboard,and beat-boxing by mouth -
Create the holy sounds of honor
That are yours without a doubt.

.thank you King of Glory.


.the body of Christ.
genuine yet regarded as impostors
known yet regarded as unknown
dying and yet we live on
beaten yet not killed
sorrowful yet always rejoicing
being poor yet making many rich

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having nothing....
and yet possessing everything....


.Marcus. .Christopher. .Hollinger.

2007-2009