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All is black, open ; vast
There's no future, there's no past;
No slow, no fast , no time.
A long white rippling page-
A canvas
A story
A stage.
All the artist groans
All the author moans;
The singers silent note cannot resound,
-All is all alone;
The dark empty profound and all around.

A truth above all truths my friend;
"Before the beginning there was always the end-
The vision, decision, emersion, submersion.
-In the beginning there was the end
There was always the end

He knew it from the start
Before molding the human heart-beat;
It's the end, the end, the end
That causes hand to bend.
Out across the white, ink send;
Hands pressed in the clay –
What happens next is more than day
More than night
More than fight or flight
It causes truth, it causes sight

"Let there be light"
-Always let there be the light

Not only written but etched
Burned onto each soul out-stretched
Heard above all the clashing
All the gnashing
The crashing
One harmonic tone
With focus the louder it has grown
The louder it has shone.
A steady sound eternally rings
The infinite song sings- out;
The gift of truth , of light
To shine bright through darkness and doubt.

A truth above all truths my friend;
"Before the beginning there was always the end-
The collision, derision, division, incision.
-In the beginning there was the end
There was always the end

Once begun it could not stop;
We must finish out the plot-

"Let there be the sky"
Let there always be the sky-

Something open, something more
Something clear, something pure.
Lofty and without border or edge
The one step further past the ledge
The pauses, the breaks,
The silence, the blanks
Fresh, clean, palest blue
It is the gift of hope anew

"Let there be the depth"
-Let there always be the depth

Immeasurable width and breadth
A falling in the deep
-Soothing of the thirst to seep
Stark sudden commotion
Ragged raw untamed emotion ; motion
Rolling ups and downs
Thorns and crowns
Its highs and lows,
Melting epic solos.
The gift from others above, the gift of love.

A truth above all truths my friend;
"Before the beginning there was always the end-
The compassion, dimension, provision, precision.
-In the beginning there was the end
There was always the end

"Let there be ground"
Let there always be the ground

A place to stand, one unwavering sound
From which to look around
To see all that can be seen from here
A place with the only view
To tie to you what's true
The strong, the steady-
The poised, the ready
If you listen you will find
It's a perfectly timed bass line
Solid full of weight and power
The gift of faith, our tower.


"Let there be the Son and His reflection"
-Let there always be the Son

Ever present, ever with perfection-detection
Not alone without the glory
The ambitious hero of our story
My brother who did it best
The brother that did it for the rest
Without the rhythm you can't go on
To hold onto the song
His spirit stretching on –beyond
The brightest dawn that dawned
The gift of a mold, the gift of a fold- a fold.

A truth above all truths my friend;
"Before the beginning there was always the end-
The passion, profession, remission, ascension.
-In the beginning there was the end
There was always the end

"Let there be life"
-Let there always be the life

Springing forth
Blood, birth, sweat, tears, cheers
A prize with more worth
Than can ever be known
A value that's not bought but grown.
Creating, building, taking, breaking,
Moving, making
Bum, bum, bum, bum , bum, bum    (heartbeat)
The variations of a beating drum
Bubbling out from every crack,
Running upon every track- life

-Then he turned and then He said
"Above all this I've made you head
You are to preside, you are to guide
In truth, in hope, in love, in faith
Unity, life –

A truth above all truths my friend;
"Before the beginning there was always the end-
The commission, procession, concession, possession.
-In the beginning there was the end
There was always the end


If this life is a journey you are the leader;
If it is a gift you are the bringer;

If this life is a song you are my singer;

And in the end you see
Its all it could ever be
Its roar and praise,
The crowd, the wave,
In ovation, hands lifted we raise;
The reason for all the applaud-

-WE ARE CREATED IN THE IMAGE OF GOD!
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GEEK118 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2011
I. LOVE THIS!
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