phoenix
01-Oct-06, 10:19
The pain within my heart today
Its always there
Will not go away
Its mans destructive ways of life
They steal they scorn
Live by the knife
My ways are pure
They're clear and bright
These men with wings
They are of Knight
With swords and shields
They blight the pure
But who shall win in that last hour
The pen its mightier than the sword
My aims to please
With godly word
They do not listen
They do not hear
My children who are pure and clear
And when the final tone its heard
Like music to that sacred bird
Ye shall have light
That is my way
My Word my Love
Is yours by right!
Its always there
Will not go away
Its mans destructive ways of life
They steal they scorn
Live by the knife
My ways are pure
They're clear and bright
These men with wings
They are of Knight
With swords and shields
They blight the pure
But who shall win in that last hour
The pen its mightier than the sword
My aims to please
With godly word
They do not listen
They do not hear
My children who are pure and clear
And when the final tone its heard
Like music to that sacred bird
Ye shall have light
That is my way
My Word my Love
Is yours by right!