Walker
Contributed by
PLformalyknownasPpaul
on
Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 12:42:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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I AM SEARCHING FOR THE SOUCE,
FROM WHERE ALL THE RIVERS FLOW.
MY PRAYING FEET ACHE,
FOR WHAT MY HEART LONGS TO KNOW.
PILGRIMS STOP AT SHRINES,
I STOP TO WRITE A VERSE.
SCRATCHING FOR THE LIGHT,
A COIN INSIDE GODS PURSE.
NOW I NOT ORTHADOX.
ORTHADOX IS NOT ME.
SPEAKING SOULY FOR MYSELF,
THERE'S JUST TO MUCH TO SEE.
AND THERE ARE NO TRUTHS IN HERE,
NOTHING NEW FOR UNDER THE SUN.
THE BIBLE MAY BE ANTIENT TRUTH,
BUT I'M NOT ANTIENT ONE.
STOP THE PRESSES!
| THINK IT’S IS BLASPHAMY.
I REPEAT OUNCE MORE AGAIN
THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH TO SEE.
YES THERE SOMTHING ETERNAL,
ETERNAL RUNNING DEEP.
MAN AND HIS GOD,
HEAVEN AND HELL NEVER SLEEP.
TRUTH BECOMES CLOUDED,
BY SUPERSTITION AND ROUTINE.
I WALK A NARROW PATH SON,
CONFUSION DOES NOT LEAVE.
IF YOU REJECT EVERYTHING IMPERFECT,
JUST WHAT DO YOU BELIVE.
AND IF YOU EMBRACE EVERYTHING,
IS THAT A CREED?
SO I RETURN,
RETURN TO MY WALKING DREAM.
GOD AND MAN,
AND NOTHING IN BETWEEN.
THEN I TURN,
TURN 2 JESUS.
WHO LIVES IN EVERYONE.
BUT IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE,
THEN WHAT CAN YOU FIND IN GODS SON.
SO I WALK,
SO I WALK.
BI PASS ALL I DO NOT GET.
WALK,
WALK.
WALK ON TOO THE SOUCE.
JESUS BE MY COMPANION,
JESUS GUIDE MY COURSE.
I'M NOT FOR THE UNDERGROUND,
NO I'M FOR THE SON.
THERES TOO MUCH DISTRACTION,
I CLOSE MY EYES AND RUN.
THEN I STOP AND SEE,
MY CREATOR IN A BIRD.
THE BLACK EYE OF A SQUIRREL,
IS THE SUM OF ALL GODS WORD.
AND I WALK,
WALK.
WALKING IS MY PRAYER.
WALKING,
WALKING.
MY PRAYER TO THE GOD IN HERE.
SO I WALK,
WALK.
WHEN I FEEL I'TS BAD.
WALK,
WALK.
WALKING IS MY PRAYER.
MY GOD PURIFY ME,
FROM ALL THESE PETTY CARES.
THE BODY AND THE MIND,
THEY COMUNE IN THIS ACT.
THE BEAUTY AND THE UGLYNESS,
AN ACHING IN MY BACK.
POLICE SIREN,
BIRD CALLS.
FOX CORPSE,
DOG ATTACKS.
IT ALL SEEMS RIGHT,
AND THEN MY MIND DRIFTS.
MY PERSEPTION HEIGHTENS,
AND THEN IT SHIFTS.
I HAVE NO HISTORY,
I HAVING NOTHING TO SAY.
ALL I GOT IS THIS ITCH,
THIS PEN AND THIS CLAY.
DON'T NEED NO CHURCH,
TELLING ME THAT I'M CURSED.
I PUT MY GOOD FOOT FIRST,
STEP MY GAME RIGHT OF THIS EARTH.
DUST UNDER MY FEET,
INSPIRATION THAT IS CONCRETE.
MY SOUL ROLLS FREE.
MEDITATION AT A PACE,
THAT'S COOL AND LEISERLY.
OH WHAT,
WHAT IS THERE TO SAY.
EXCUSS ME NOW,
I'M MISSING THE DAY.
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2007-05-15 00:42:48] (Date/Time posted on
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