Thought Raid

No matter what thought
doth come to me

the strange and ill
or what fall oversteps me

there is one thing I know
and will always posses me

his grace it does
and is now me

I will look upon it as a stranger
the wackness of my mind
the green and odd color
which always arrives in due time

I'll send it to the corner
accepting my Jacob's wall
are you ready to be you
says my savior
come one two and all

together we all since
one enormous song

because of my hero
pause
cry
joy

my Lord ... such a dance...