Tried and True
April 9th, 2006
Simplify or diversify ? Sky blue or true blue.
What can a God Who is so Mighty do ?
I tell you I am the One Who is true.
There is no other of any other color who does what I do.
Look and see if idols talk. Look and see if idols walk !
Do they hear ? or do they see ?
They succomb to some degree
Man cannot do what God alone does
Man tries to limit ME in all that I do
It makes no differance how big or small
It makes no difference how mighty or tall
For a man is only human and cannot excel
The areas of knowledge that I alone can tell.
Don’t be discouraged with the fate of the world
Don’t be discouraged for hope I will unfurl !
This life is but a moment, this life is but a day.
For in the heat of the moment, all things seem in delay
But I have not run, and I have not lacked
I am here now with you and I will watch your back !
The evil men use and evil men abuse,
But my love is something you can never refuse
Though they think they have it all planned
Out of the darkness, their motives I’ve scanned.
Longing for nirvana and longing for wealth
They make their plans as if with stealth
But I know far more than they can at any time
I can make it all stop on the throw of a dime !
I know the end from the beginning throughout all time
I know their weaknesses and their thoughts all the time.
Would you borrow beg or steal for the price of a meal ?
Would you make your own bed with leaves and with twigs?
This is what the poor must do, and many of them sleep
Without true rest, while in your homes you have the best.
You’re unwilling to part with the things of this earth.
You spend your time in quietness and mirth.
Yet in the dens of ancient cities,
Things are really far less pretty.
Man goes on in his maze of days,
And never ponders the Ancient One’s ways.
He plods and he speeds in pleasures while here,
Then begs for forgiveness when death draws near.
How can you wonder and how can you muse
When all that I’ve seen, makes me cry in pain?
Where is life and where is gain ?
It’s in the suffering that I change the lame !
I’m gathering up rubbish and heaps of dead leaves.
I’m lighting a fire to the heaps of mire.
Do you want the world, or do you want ME.
Do you want comfort, or a share in the seas ?
Myriads of people will come to the SON
For out of the darkness, they will surely run.
When they see the true plans that have been held back
Then suddenly without warning, they will backtrack.
Many will come to a brand new day.
To a new song they will swing and they will sway.
They will laugh and cry and begin a new Way.
Come along side me, I’ll show you, if I may !
To the enemy I want to send a ruse.
So to his banterings make sure you refuse !
RUSE: Etymology: French, from Middle French, from ruser to dodge, deceive : a wily subterfuge synonym = trick
Priscilla Van Sutphin
