Here I dwell, Only my Father knows where I am . Beyond this thought is physical matter. For If I am not from nor of this world, Attract to me perfectly, My world where my I am is planted to see and be. Here I sit upon a luminous hilltop, Twilight blue sky arched above, Eyes closed mind opening contemplation. Roots from my body connect deep into the ether, Glowing softly as stars swirl upward from thy head. Around me, unseen worlds shimmer at the horizon, Air thick with the feeling of belonging—not to any place, Yet to Source. My heart pulses with calm certainty, Knowing the universe itself has made a perfect clearing, For the seed of I to flourish.
[ Intro ] (Soft shakers, snakeskin drum, faint forest noises) Yeah… Move through the dark, through the leaves. Light flickers. Wisdom coils. [ Verse 1 ] Certain to be—serpent in the trees, Sermons whispered on the wind, carried in the leaves. Speaking ancient wisdom, weaving through the roots, Above conscious thought, deeper than pursuit. Subconscious flows in midnight veins, Light glows, secret remains. In the shade I spark, truth unseen— Serpent’s vision, silent and keen. [ Hook ] In the dark, I am the light, Silent fire, burning bright. And in the light, I am— Dreamer dreaming, shaping the plan. [ Verse 2 ] I slither in shadow, rise in dawn, Crafting sermons on the spirit’s lawn. Beneath the trees, above the soil, My wisdom’s dance, my serpent’s coil. Certainty certain, breathing in fate, In every whisper, I levitate. Rooted in the hush, crown in the sun, I am both the dark and the One. [ Hook ] In the dark, I am the light, Silent fire, burning bri...
To be of this world, Is to live according to Gods will and principles. For dreaming a beautiful picture, Brought from words thought mine. In drawing crystal clear appear abstracting seer. To be of this world, Is to live according to God’s will and word, Where dreams are paintings—truth to conjure, And thought is the brush that draws what’s heard. A beautiful picture, quietly conceive, Brought forth by faith, in light believe. From tangent words that birth the line, I trace the image, divine and mine. Look crystal clear, the shapes appear, Abstracting what only the seer holds hear, Truth in form, lighting the flame, Where God's own will sings my name.
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