WHEN NATURAL MAN SERVE AS OUR DAILY BREAD/ WE BELIEVE THAT LIFE IS FULFILLED/ LOVE WHISPERS FILLS OUR HEAD/ EMOTIONS CHANGE AND TURN LIKE A WINDMILL/ WHEN NATURAL MAN SERVE AS OUR DAILY BREAD/ WE BECOME FOOLISH AS THE BRIDE WHO FORGOT OIL AND NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO WED/ SUDDENLY WE ARE LEFT LONELY TO SLEEP IN A COLD BED

LONELY NIGHTS ONCE TERRORIZED ME/ THE NIGHT MY LOVER WALKED AWAY/ CHANGED ME FROM WHOM I USED TO BE/ BUT HAD HE DECIDED TO STAY/ I'D BE STEALING LATE NIGHT KISSES WITH SIN/ I'D CONTINUE TO FIGHT WITH EVIL AND WATCH HIM WIN/ MORNINGS I'D WAKE UP WITH SWOLLEN EYES/ CONTINUE TO CLOTH MYSELF WITH MASK OF THE DAY/ TRYING TO ERASE DARK CIRCLES WITH IN THE COMFORT OF COLD ICE/ IT WOULDN'T STOP THE PAIN/ I'D BEEN LIKE THE LAMB THAT WAS SLAIN/ TRYING TO AVOID GREETINGS IN THE ELEVATOR/ STILL WANTING TO SEE THE MAN THAT WAS THE TRAITOR/ HE BECAME THE CART I RODE TO THE HIGHRISE/ MY FALL AND FAILURE MADE ME WISE/ HAD HE DECIDED TO STAY/ I'D BE STEALING LATE NIGHT KISSES WITH SIN

WHAT DO I CARE ABOUT PHARASEES/ NO OTHER SEES WHAT MY EYES SEES/ NO ONE CAN SHUT ME UP WITH SILENT ANGER/ OR FORCE ME TO DETOUR FROM THE KINGDOM INTO DANGER/ NO OTHER MAN KNOWS WHAT MY SPIRIT KNOWS\ NOR DO I CARE TO DISPUTE WITH THOSE WHO CLAIM TO HAVE PHD OR CALL THEMSELVES PROS/ NO OTHER HEART FEELS WHAT MY HEART FEELS / NO ONE IS AROUND WHEN THE OMNIPOTENT RETURNS TO ME WHAT ANOTHER MAN STEALS/ NO ONE IS THERE TO TESTIFY AGAINST MY TESTIMONY FOR I, MYSELF AND THEE ARE ONE IN HARMONY WHAT DO I CARE

OH HOLY RAIN COME DOWN/ WASH OFF THE DEBRIS IN OUR BRAINS/ THIS SINFUL WORLD WE CAN'T CONTAIN/ WE HEAR THE HEART OF THUNDER BEAT/ THERE IS MORE SORROW, MORE VOICES WEEP/ THE STORM RAGES, THE DAY IS DEEM/ A CRY FOR MANKIND TO REDEEM/ LIGHTENING STRIKE, PORTRAIT OF THE WORLD ON FILM/ OH HOLY RAIN COME DOWN/ EXTINGUISH FOREST FIRES TO END FIREFIGHTERS' EXHAUSTION/ LET THE WORK OF YOUR HANDS LECTURE THOSE WHO FROWN/ FOR ALL EYES TO WITNESS/ FOR MEN TO LEARN LESSONS ON CLEANING UP WORLDLY MESS/ AND ALL EARS WILL HEAR THE VOICE OF BABES AS THEY REVEAL NEW VISIONS/ AND TO END ALL RELIGIOUS CONFUSION

DON'T WANT TO SIT ON THE BACK STAGE CHAIR/ DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT OTHERS HEAR/ TODAY FOR ME, IT IS PENTECOST/ DRAWN BACK TO THE WELL/ I WAS A LAMB ONCE LOST/ EVERYDAY THE PRINCE SENDS HIS WORD/ HIS INEXPLICABLE MESSAGES DROVE INTO MY HEART LIKE A SWORD/ DON'T WANT TO BE ANOTHER PHARASEE/ SO I PRAYED THAT MY EYES WILL SEE WHAT HIS EYES SEES/ THE HOLY SPIRIT'S FIRE SENDS ELECTRICAL SHOCKS/ AND I AM AWAKEN BY THE VOICE OF THE LIVING ROCK/ TODAY FOR ME, IT IS PENTECOST/ THE PRINCE POURED IN ME THE LANGUAGE HE SPOKE ON THE CROSS THE HOLY SPIRIT INSIDE ME REJOICE/ TO BE ABLE TO LISTEN ONCE AGAIN TO GOD'S VOICE

King of King awaits the King of Pop/ His best tunes will be sang in heaven/ Collaborating with the Living Rock/ He can't be nullified and he can't be mock/ His music will be embrace by angels/ And he will no longer be depleted by earthly leeches and blood suckers/ He will no more be splattered by rumours like a bug man repels/ The money mongers are now fools for mockers/ Many magnify their image using his name/ But sooner or later their image will all melt in flame/ For the King of Pop is jamming with the Living Rock/ And it don't matter what trash man talk

You opened my eyes/ By the power of the blood of Jesus/ You lifted up my veil/ I witnessed my resurrection/ I have gained insight, strength and a whole new body/ Each day reminds me of the difficult waters my ship sailed/ My body made straight from its deformity/ No other man shall ever intimidate me/ I am reformed by great fate/ This world can no longer keep me in bondage/ Standing on a new frontier, my hands are clapsed/ To symbolize, you are the only one to fear/ Even my weak frame, a strong lion cannot tear/ Your protection is an impenetrable shield that surrounds me/ Victory and bravery is rooted because of faith and belief/ I no longer worry about the enemy/ I am a whole new entity/ This realm that I occupy is not for just anybody

SUNDAY MORNINGS, CHURCH BELL RINGS/ DEADS INSIDE WEEPS/ THE LORD OF HOMES, AND LORD OF LANDS GAIN RICHES/ THE LORD OF LORDS, LORD OF HEAVEN AND EARTH SATISFY THE WORLD ON TWO FISHES/ WHERE CAN WE GO SUNDAY MORNINGS, SURMONS RESURRECT EVIL BODIES/ CHURCH CHOIRS BRING TEMPORARY JOY TEMPORARY LORDS AND MASTERS CELEBRATE THEIR REIN/ BUT THE EVERLASTING LORD SEIZE THEIR JOY/ DARKNESS DREW A VEIL WITH HEAVY RAIN/ SUNDAY MORNING, INSIDE THE CATHEDRAL IS JUSTICE/ INSIDE THE CATHEDRAL IS EVERLASTING PEACE/ THE VOICE OF HEAVEN GIVE CONSOLATION TO EMPTY SOULS/ (WHERE CAN WE GO)

I'M GONNA GET MY HEART BROKEN/ I'M GONNA FEEL FORSAKEN/ I JUST GOT TO KEEP ON PRAYING/ JUST CAN'T KEEP ON DOUBTING/ I'M GONNA GET SOME JABBING/ I'M GONNA GET SOME STABBING/ I JUST GOT TO KEEP ON GOING/ JUST CAN'T KEEP ON FALLING/ I'LL KEEP MY EYES OPEN/ I'LL KEEP ON WALKING TO THE CROSS/ (WHO CAN STOP ME)

I can feel your watchful eyes close/ My endurance prevail/ Somehow I know the fragance of your wounds is the scent of rose/ I know you are there to watch my midnight oil burn/ You are there when I have no where to turn/ Somehow I know that I am not alone/ And I will continue living without a clone/ I know your touch is forever/ And my midnight oil will continue to burn

When there is moaning of an unknown/ And unknown reason for tears that keeps on falling/ And guilt of wonder provokes\ Are the tears, the tears of hypocracy/ Or simply an act of dilinquency/ When tears keeps the eyes burning/ And the wheel of misery keeps on turning/ When the unknown corpse brings no memory/ And unknown vision is that of no body/ And guilt of wonder invokes a guilty spirit/ When tears has no memory, no merit/ And can't restrain it from falling/ The wheel of misery keeps on turning

Turn East, there is no road/ Turn South, there is no road/ Turn West, there is no road/ Turn North, there is no road/ There is no wealth to hoard/ There is no hope for tomorrow/ There is no salve for sorrow/ All the eyes see is no direction/ All the heart feels is frustration/ When will the pain end/ When will the eyes see the orange flame devour the fiend/ Would there be enough peace to hear the inner voice/ Would there be enough love to embrace and rejoice/ Would the Spirit last long enough to bear/ Would there be strength to persevere/ Knowing that Jesus is near/ Even when there is no road

Why reinforce the nail in the tree/ Why carry tattoo of the devil on your tail bone/ And the cry of death is heard on your trombone/ Why won't you let Christ be/ Why write dissertation to dispel truth/ Lets hope your discovery is sweet dessert to your teeth/ Lets hope blaspheme turns to poems of love/ And a good news letter clutched in the beak of a dove/ Why won't you let Christ be/ And there would be no more moaning/ Under the sycamore tree

Why the fear of articulation/ Why does the tongue die in strangulation/ Why the tight knot of the tongue\ Why does fear prolongue/ Why can't I finish my narration/ Why mustn't I fill the air with sweet oblation/ Why must words get swallowed/ Am I not just as free as the sparrow / Why do I care if I go wrong/ Haven't I sang the redemption song/ Why mustn't I be as calm as the dead in a casket/ Am I not chosen and saved like Moses, Floating down the Jordan River in a basket/ (I've been purified in Holy Fire)

Paper is the platform on which I stand/ How sweet to hold a pen in my hand/ My mind compete with no man/ For I am a one man's fan/ The message fall from Heaven's Gate/ If smeared with water, it cannot fade/ What is written on this simple page/ Never grow old or age/ When I listen to the heartbeat of my mind/ Images form into words combine/ Visions come loud and clear/ And my pen captures it as it appears/ Devouring words like a hookworm/ Pen and paper is my platform

When I look into Your eyes/ I see the mirror of my soul/ I never grow old/ And I never growl/ When I hear Your whispers in the night/ I know the giant inside is slain/ I have won the fight/ I see Your great light/ When I hear voices of sorrow and pain lament/ I know terror passed over my house tonight Because I repent/ Now I can rejoice holding this great pen/ I see freedom on the other side/ (When I Look Into Your Eyes)

The Glow in the eyes of the dark/ Watched ripples in the waterfalls/ Waited for time to soon hit the mark/ Now I shall wait/ Wait for the axe to fall/ No heavy sound could startle me/ The axe shall be far away/ Embedded in a cushion of a pile of hay/ Angels glow in the dark you see/ I shall sit in the light/ Under the chandelier of yah-weh/ Ain't no man present to use me as bait or prey/ For the eyes of the dark look upon me/ (BECAUSE OF YOU)

If man could stop dreams from coming/ And the tower of disappointments from rising/ Wouldn't there be a day without hurt/ To fall asleep with fear of not being alert/ If man could stop dreams that brings confusion/ And demand the heavens clear vision/ Wouldn't there be signs where danger lurks/ And all who hear God's name would smirk/ If man could stop dreams from becoming real/ And knows how to stop disaster by breaking the seal/ Wouldn't it please man to say there is no God/ And even deny the existence of David with a simple powerful rod/ If man could stop dreams of dream/ And stop floods and running streams/ Would there be impossibilities and diseases/ Wouldn't man demand the storm to be still/ And cause all pain to cease/ If man could stop the rain from falling/ And stop all tears and there would be no more crying/ Wouldn't there be only sorcerers, sinners and murderers/ And a caved in world to swallow the whole lot/ Man never seize to follow Sodom and Gomorrah/ To aim for greater pasture like Lot/ Reaching with out stretched arms for impossible mountains afar/ All they got is scientific thrill/ (WHAT IS MAN) But a Breath in His Nostrils

God of All My God is the God of all/ He keeps me standing tall/ My God is engraved on the tablet of my heart/ He welcomes me in his arms and I shall never depart/ My God is my god forever/ He is my master/ Yes, He is my God, God of the Rivers/ He controls my thoughts and actions/ Yes, He keeps me from worldly distractions/ Yes, I meditate on His words and I devour/ Yes, I became pregnant surrounded with Scriptures/ Now I’m immersed, for I am a true believer/ May God live in me forever