The Morning After [by God]

May 16, 2020

There’s got to be a morning after
If we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine
Let’s keep on looking for the light

Oh, can’t you see the morning after?
It’s waiting right outside the storm
Why don’t we cross the bridge together
And find a place that’s safe and warm?

It’s not too late, we should be giving
Only with love can we climb
It’s not too late, not while we’re living
Let’s put our hands out in time

There’s got to be a morning after
We’re moving closer to the shore
I know we’ll be there by tomorrow
And we’ll escape the darkness
We won’t be searching anymore

There’s got to be a morning after
(There’s got to be a morning after)
There’s got to be a morning after

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All Along The Watchtower

February 15, 2020

One may have seen (and lived) what was not meant to be spoken of.  Still, through writing, there is another way.  What was pictured, what was sent, what was undergone, was to be of what will be.  Through this, while looking and living forward, what was shared can be shared – as a voice beyond a tongue.


And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

[They] also knew what was next: a towering wall of water washing over
. . . , cleansing it of all that was evil and impure.


To Bear Witness of That Light

February 8, 2020

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And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest.  And he said to me, “These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”

And there will come a time:
“Do you want to eat?  Or, are you willing to die?”

Waiting, in a psalmist sense, may lead to an arrival of bestowment all at once.  Along the way of perseverance, we may also be fulfilled in steps after steps – where the promised gift is an eventual culmination.  From the onset of this spirit, our knowing, our believing, and our faith may withstand any rising mountains – where we, ultimately, realize a lifting beyond each one.


Baby, What a Big Surprise

January 25, 2020

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Bodies Are Still Being Raised

January 16, 2020



Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

January 11, 2020

Of-Timing

As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me
What the time was that was on my watch
Yeah …  and I said

(I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is?
(Care) Does anybody really care? (about time)
If so, I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no)
We’ve all got time enough to cry

And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me
And said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead
And I said

(I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is?
(Care) Does anybody really care? (about time)
If so, I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no)
We’ve all got time enough to cry

And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people
Trying to beat the clock, oh, no
I just don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know-oh
And I said … yes, I said

(Background:
People runnin’ everywhere
Don’t know where to go
Don’t know where I am
Can’t see past the next step
Don’t have time to think past the last one
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around think why)

(I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is?
(Care) Does anybody really care? (about time)
If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no)
We’ve all had time enough to die

Everybody’s wondering (I don’t care) I don’t care (About time)
About time (Oh no, no) I don’t care


Smile [: God Responds]

January 7, 2020

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see; the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Saint Augustine