m your beloved Your creation And you love me as I am You call me chosen For your kingdom Unashamed to call me your own Cause I'm your beloved Lord it
blood its stuff about the blood its stuff about the blood of Jesus and wash away your sins and wash your mind and wash your heart and wash your life
take trips weekly Dwell by the havens, fed by a raven Ate from the beak of eagles, sat with hebrews Broke bread with the holy people Bit from the tree
roll of the dice hear you breathing just twice... ...tomorrow we die... The poem so neat so pure and weak Beloved by a breeze, singed through a tree
born beloved you Kindness always Kindness always I hear the sound The sound she's left me I stood her ground no They've swayed me Wrapped tight inside your
smart play by the legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch. Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in the process
Down by the well There I shall meet Thee An orchid in your hair The well near the olive tree And our sole place to meet Alas only brief Our patriarchs
the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at the trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your beloved
's passing me by Why now? It's time to say farewell Leaves fall from the dying tree again Emotions brought to life By me My dearest pigeon is mournful
silence, terrible tranquility Cold eyes starin' far away Mirrors of mourning, nothing else Blinded by grief they are everyone Awaitin' your final way
, ran on your parade Make you exchange at the word trade Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math Blast to your
That've forgotten him Walking through this pagan land My cross gets heavier to bear But I've seen the revelation Through your eyes my beloved one Your
Run holy beloved horse on this peaceful day through these valleys kissed by light where peace is so rare So hardy trees let me hear your words about those
first shadows pretude to dark Near is your end wild holy path open my eyes to what the sun hides Beloved mountain what do you hide Where does your river
've ran on this mountain, with no guilt of my own The trees and the rocks, every cave, every hole I dropped them a line, "Beware, this mountain will blow in your
[Qwell:] Rain shine, was fate denied by state time Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs Remember chickens spittin' game at you I'm prayin' wit
entrusted to an orphan boy that e'er was by his side. And when his daughter came of age there were suitors by the score but one by one she bade them
