You took my time, you took my drive.
You take my money when I try to thrive.

You took my innocence and my peace of mind.

You are a thief, now I see you in the light.

I will not be afraid, he has overcome the world.

Breathe deep and stand strong.

I bring truth and blood from the tree.
You can never take that from me.

I am only a man.
I was told to let it be.
In the middle of this controversy.
She is only a girl…pure and mine.
Each of us told this is the holy divine.

To live is to obey, and for her I pray.
They brought gold, frankincense and myrrh that day.
Soon we greet our King and Lord.
His life and sacrifice, we bring the sword…

Joseph
Father to the King

I know that I am free, but feel like I’m running on empty. I’ve got a dream and could use a little gasoline. Crossed over and I’ve seen.
I need adventure like an addict needs nicotine. I’ve dined with the devil and danced with the dead, collected the newest disease to fill in my head.

But, I have seen! I have seen!
Stop trying to find the connection! And look at your reflection!

In our own shells we ‘need’ something to do!? The battle is already won…you need to conquer you.

On the ocean shore you’ll find me. Wearing scars of yesterday, shedding those who haze me.

Knee’s drop on this cliff, on this mountain top it all begins, from up here it never ends!!
Raising my fist to the setting sky, I fire off my last round of memories!!
Is this where it dies!?
Let the world hear and know
I refuse to breathe the breath of a failure!!

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
You ever hear that phrase as child? During our adolescent years did we ever stop
to think what we were saying?

I mean, really, is it any wonder why…we are so careless with our words at times?

Let’s break this down:

Stick’s – “Ow I got scraped by a stick & poked with a sharp one in my arm!” Alright, we put some antiseptic on it, a nice flintstone band-aid and… ta’ da’ all better.

Stone’s – “Hey I got hit with a rock in the head!” Darn…I tripped over a stone and fell. Somebody drops a rock on you to be mean..and broke something. Maybe you get a splint set on your arm, or a cast but a few week’s later…no big deal, all better.

But words, words pierce through us and settle in our hearts. Words can keep you physically bound; they can move or constrain you. Words will encourage and empower, and they will mortally wound and devastate! Words can bring praise, or they can condemn.

The words spoken by our fathers and mothers can set in motion the pace for our entire lives! With words we empower ideals, build nations, and with words we can destroy and collapse.

I understand the need to empower our children to live life not phased by negative words in the playground. However, the need to transcend the psychology behind a phrase like this is real, and really overlooked.

I believe that when we speak life, life will happen, and when we speak healing, that healing will happen.

Our words; one of the most powerful weapons we possess…
Because we are empowered, because we are all imperfect,
because we need each other.

I see a reflection of myself in this glass filled and red.
The hollow attempts are all left and dead.
In my hand this glass is now broken and so am I.
All was spoken, he died and now I am alive and free, to be the reflection that I see.
This is the man I need to be.

What’s the point in sleeping, not dreaming anyway? Disastrous thoughts and longing for the controversy of progress. Enough to keep the mind lit in the darkest of nights… Everyone’s avoiding the fight. Complacent and tired on our own feat, scraping and striving…just to make ends meet.

Over exposure, conditioned, desensitized. Over and over and over again, let’s shut down the devils sound!! Sex is currency? Well steal back the innocence our children were so robbed of. Pirate the mass stream and leave a trail of broken lies and destruction!

Travel the nations, swallow evil without hesitation. The hand of justice moves with grace. For those lost and corrupt, come watch your world erupt! You will not find mercy or the morning sun, not this time!

They will know us by our unity, by our love. The sound of our indifference will echo the world, our strength cometh from above!

Can you hear the ringing symphony of ammunition, the thundering words!? The crescendo of fire and the fleeing birds! The blood on the branches, oh you could paint a portrait of purpose!

Let the fire keep burning…

Bars and brothels reduced to ash. Mourn for today you arsonists of change. Stand for tomorrow. Victory never yours to claim, let Hollywood collapse with their fame.

The church moving like a storm; the law of the land is no more! Oh, shut your eyes. Can’t you see? What are you waiting for!?

It is with words he birthed this world into existence.
It is with words that made it known to me eternal salvation.
it is with words I praise my father for what he has done.
It is words that have brought me to tears tonight.

It is with words and ideas we build nations.
It is with words, they kill…and destroy…

and now I’m speechless.

Money can burn, and fade.

Houses crumble.

Material goods rust, and decay

Bodies grow old, and pass..

I know a savior, who set refining fire to my soul.

He gave away all material possession..

broke his very body and passed, only to transcend death itself…

A savior is building a home for me in eternity.

Own faith, and express it with love.

Faith expressing itself through love…

we could not ask for more.

Close your eyes World, and I’ll close mine.

Holding these nails hurts, I can’t fathom the pain he knew…