Dead Things Live; Broken Things Whole; Old Things New

April 27, 2009
By Landon Maloney BRONZE, Middletown, Delaware
Landon Maloney BRONZE, Middletown, Delaware
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God come down and take me from this backstabbing world so you can start a new one.

Were running barefoor in the grass
and we step on a bee
that stings our caliced heels.
Weve been running for, oh, so long.
I can barely remember when we started.

Come now every child.
Come and see the One who can make.
Dead things live.
Broken things whole.
Old things new.

Why does grace and peace whither away.
Why cant we converse all day.
Outwardly, we continue to waste away.
But invertly we can be renewed day by day.

We long to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling.
I would love to escape earthly things.
But we are tied down on pins and needles.

O God! It Stings!

Our bold heads above the contentious waves.
Pride flowing through our un--humble minds.
If need be, let the unsung seas
carry me out.
Let me drown!
so your saving hand can grasp my arm and oull me to safety.
Let me drown!
So I can finally live!

The author's comments:
These are the lyrics from a song Ive written.
It's about realizing the sheer awesomeness of God.
How he can save anyones life no matter how far seperated they are.

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