ORDER OR ALZHEIMER
There is an order in Godís domain,
That revolves around the Son;
An effortless orbit by His decree,
Thatís for each and every one.
An existence thatís free
from Earthís gravity pull;
Each one with their special song;
A symphony of sons rejoicing,
As He raises His jeweled baton.
Thereís a hush in Heaven,
Played out here on Earth,
As we each take our special place....
An anthem of excited anticipation,
That penetrates outer space.
Who knew, by refusing to live in the past,
A song was forming in me.
Who knew, that my vision would clear to see Him
and release His symphony.
Who knew, that order, walked out in this life,
would let my spirit run free,
And be prepared, with each others note,
for His song of victory
So, as Iím fighting now, here, in this life,
things that seem so factually true;
Help me remember, Lord, that this fight is about,
my impregnation by You.
As my song is then birthed, from Your Kingdom within,
prepared for this very hour,
The sons of God in harmony sing;
The walls come down with Loveís power.
Well, what if I canít even carry a tune?
(Now thereís a Freudian slip)
My self-effort can not sing a song,
to take me on this trip.
The Beethovenís or Bachís or the singer, Josh Grobin,
is how Iíd like to praise too.
Then I hear you say, and oh, so sadly:
But that would bring glory to you.
It seems, after all of these years with you,
I have to begin again.
No, thatís not My thought; Thatís not what I said,
That is the way of men.
Iím shaking you now, with each step closer,
on this road that leads to My heart;
My eyes have always been on your steps.
Yes, right from the very start.
You are My song; And you will be sung!
You each revolve around Me.
The order you see, in the Heavens above,
is My way of unity.
Each of you special notes of mine;
Are right here at My call and on time;
First, alone in our intimacy;
And then, together, in ecstacy;
This fight has been in honor of Me;
I will join you here and you will see....
Exactly what My plan has been,
As I stand in your midst; melt the heartís of men
And lead you to what we already agreed;
Each destiny set; This, I have decreed;
As I swore by Myself;
You know thereís none greater,
Your Lover, your Lord, your specific Creator.
My Father, now yours; The feast will be grand;
The robe I am holding; The ringís in My hand.
These steps lead to Me; Now, hear what I say:
THIS SONG IíVE PREPARED FOR OUR