BRINGING CHRIST IN
Bring wine,
my soul is a metal ball in the yard
When you are there
I am a fireball released from the peak of mountains,
a bird out of a cage,
a lion at the pride land
When you are there
my heart is a million love letters
read by a million broken hearts
All I am
an empty vase without a flower
when you are not here
Longing
my soul longs for the river.
Come, bring me water, my cup is dry.
When you are here I am sugar ocean
without you, I have become a desert
Come...
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Load this caravan with benefits. Load this heart with strength. We have a long way to go, through this barren wilderness. ♛
Please, fill this caravan with bread and water, and an ounce of faith, else we embark with empty hearts, gripped with this fear of dropping into premature graves. ♛
declare openly, to the hearing of the weak and the worn-out ”be strong at heart” for the lover has arrived at thy sighings burst, to rescue you from this Egypt ♛
the prisons shall be empty. the streets will be filled with people, loads of laughter inside their pockets. yesterday’s masks of fear underneath their soles. heads sank in purple clouds. ♛
the lover has arrived. the wildflower has sprout again, within the eyes of our soul, and we shoot in blossom passions. for the lover has arrived. ♛
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