The things I see
Eyes have not seen
Ears have not heard
A new identity is needed
Rather, a renewed identity
One only love can give
And only love can preserve
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The things I see
Mouth cannot tell
They’re unlawful to utter
Not that they’re unlawful
They just don’t appeal to the senses
They are the unrefined gold
Stored in a deserted building.
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The things I see
They scare me to death
But are the reason for my living
The dream of promised land in the land of captivity
A million kids with all identity going to school
From the land of hopelessness
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The things I see
A vision beyond human percipience
But with your renewed identity
You can catch the glimpse and refine the gold
And from the land of hopelessness
Love, faith and hope fill the nations.
MR CHRISLOVE™ 