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IT IS WRITTEN
© Buck Stewart
December 2004\0\0
Has slander shut our eyes and killed us with a lie?
What is our obligation, how should we live our life?
Can we really know what happens when we die?
Does the end keeps panting on to it’s appointed time?
A perfect purpose reveals it’s reasons
If you care to know it’s seasons
You can hold it in your hand
Own the answer
Understand....
It is written
From the resister a challenge, who has the right to rule?
Why so much sorrow and death, why so much pain?
Sleepless questions flooding life, it all seems so cruel
Yet slaves of rebellion still compete to join his ranks
But a perfect purpose reveals it’s reasons
If you care to know it’s seasons
You can hold it in your hand
Own the answer
Understand.
It is written...
Life groans on but time keeps ticking, ever racing fear
Wisdom itself is crying, outloud in the street
Can you hear it, can you? now feel it drawing near?
As messengers of the word eagerly rush to show,
The King is coming quickly, riding into war
Dark howling winds are glowing, blowing from the north
A great cloud mass, quivering fire, with electrum in it’s midst
The Sacred Secrete realized, brightly shinning forth
Waters of life to heal mankind will then flow from the throne
The prophets could only speake the truth
From long ago it has been shown
A perfect purpose reveals it’s reasons
If you care to know it’s seasons
You can hold it in your hand
Own the answer
Understand...
It is written
It is written
© Buck Stewart
December 2004\0\0
Has slander shut our eyes and killed us with a lie?
What is our obligation, how should we live our life?
Can we really know what happens when we die?
Does the end keeps panting on to it’s appointed time?
A perfect purpose reveals it’s reasons
If you care to know it’s seasons
You can hold it in your hand
Own the answer
Understand....
It is written
From the resister a challenge, who has the right to rule?
Why so much sorrow and death, why so much pain?
Sleepless questions flooding life, it all seems so cruel
Yet slaves of rebellion still compete to join his ranks
But a perfect purpose reveals it’s reasons
If you care to know it’s seasons
You can hold it in your hand
Own the answer
Understand.
It is written...
Life groans on but time keeps ticking, ever racing fear
Wisdom itself is crying, outloud in the street
Can you hear it, can you? now feel it drawing near?
As messengers of the word eagerly rush to show,
The King is coming quickly, riding into war
Dark howling winds are glowing, blowing from the north
A great cloud mass, quivering fire, with electrum in it’s midst
The Sacred Secrete realized, brightly shinning forth
Waters of life to heal mankind will then flow from the throne
The prophets could only speake the truth
From long ago it has been shown
A perfect purpose reveals it’s reasons
If you care to know it’s seasons
You can hold it in your hand
Own the answer
Understand...
It is written
It is written
