From Above Part Two

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STRANGER

A foreigner and stranger by choice
Though the language is known
Words fall flat, songs trail off
No communion of desire or purpose
Different appetites, different thirsts
A different master and different Lord.
A walk through a park
Full of thorns and briars;
Flowers that should sparkle
Aroma of scents should captivate
But little satisfaction is found
Longing for a heavenly city bums.
Riches of the world hold little,
Wealth of the arrogant is rotted
Bitter acid eats through the gold
True riches rise up
Abundance of peace and joy well up
Those of the gentle kingdom
Generous in kindness, bound in love;
Drink and eat the same
One spiritual food and drink
A refuge and foretaste
Shelter from the dark world
Powerful foretaste of the new day.
Though but a sprinkle of stars
In the dark sky of today
They do shine brightly
Anyone is free to look up
To begin to appreciate a new life,
What has been patiently waiting.

WORDS SETTLE

Words settle within
A word of eternal peace
Complete satisfaction flutters about
Joyfulness and light-heartedness
Gifts too great to fully understand
Creator of the most intricate molecules
The most sublime beauty in color and form,
In the ways of two who love;
Greatness beyond human thoughts
Seen in the face of Messiah.
Holy Word who stood on earth
Walked the streets of Jerusalem
His city, his future earthly throne
Word made flesh, revealed by his Holy Spirit.
His miraculous presence indwells a new creation
The divine, the holy, the eternal
Tenderly settles as that dove
Deep within the human spirit,
Life bursts within and flowers without
Fruit filled with multiplied seed;
As the numbers grow
Throughout the continents, from island to island
The earth soon to become a complete celebration
New heavens, new earth
As his crown, jewels without number
His words manifesting life.

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