Clay of the Earth

Hand outstretched upward toward the Heavens,
cling to the Holy hand of your Creator
Naked, and yet, you do not know
for you are but a newborn to the world
Eyes have yet to behold the beauty of a woman
or the awe-inspiring light of paradise

Birth of a Nation rests upon your mighty shoulders
Shame will be brought upon you by your Father
and you will suffer greatly with the one you will call your wife

Your Children will forever be accursed by your transgressions

One will roam through the desert, a mark placed upon him
while the other lies cold - his blood rushing like a river, will cry out to his Creator

Molded - The clay of the Earth - Descendant of the One who will save you!

In You we will find rest

King of the Jews, King of my heart
My heart longs and aches for your mercies tender
Divine, incarnate Spirit sent to save accursed world.
Who else, but the Chosen One would deliver me?
Wicked, Sinful nature of Man original sin born.
Hundreds of years of prophesy fullfilled
Virgin pure of heart chosen to carry newborn babe
Never again shall we live in darkness
Redemption - Sweet blood of Christ eternal
I am chained, yet I do not hunger nor do I thirst
For the Word of the Almighty I shall partake
of the spiritual bread and drink, from cup overflowing with love
Captive forevermore, how gracious is the Master, who will destroy earthly form.
Illustrious Spirit, tongue sharp as swords for the Word of God is mighty
"O gentle Shepherd, find us once more," the people cry.
Patient, humble Savior in You we will find rest!

Misfortunes of a wealthy family

In the beauty of the valley
Ever standing still
Lived a family of great fortune
They even had a will.
They lived happily in that valley and never gave a dime
To the poor man, the meek or otherwise they’d hardly gave the time.
Then one day God said to them
Why do you mistreat my children?
And then they all said with a smirk or grin
Because we don’t care to give to those vagrants
They hardly know what money is or what for it is meant.
'Well live in poverty and rags,' the Lord said
You will have no friends no love no anything not even a slice of bread.
You’re bluffing the family said you would never do such things.
All right, said God and with that he took away their gold and rings.
He took away everything and they didn’t know what to do.
With every fiber of their being their sadness deeply grew.
But they never repented for their sins and they all died quietly as softly as a feather.
The newspaper obituary that evening read “Family dead, they all died together.”
Secretly no one cared for the family in the valley.
But one poor man said
As he bowed his head
“I pray for their souls this day”
For it was greed that the Lord smote their souls on a morning with skies grey.