-Atmosphere of Grace-

Wondering waves, peace crashes down
Grace oozes on Gods people all around
Nothing compares, the word is felt
The love of our Lord, makes our heart just melt
He forms that shapeless goo and has his way
And then his will is ours and ours to stay,
The sheep wait, rest and hear his word
and when he points, they run, as the herd
Sweet aquiesence
Its all in the blood
When sin quietly agrees
As its thrown into the mud
While we stand, holy clean and humble
the saviors coming is heard with a rumble 
''I AM VICTORIOUS and I AM God'
His people are his scepter and glorious rod
No will attempt, to even start to dream
How life without this Lighf could ever seem
Lifeless and painful
And nothing to show
but On that glorious day where our faces will glow
As we watch and stare as our filth burns up
And all thats left is a pure gold cup
That pours praise and worship from the lips of the saints
That no man's sin will ever taint
And His kingdom will be forever and ever
with absolutely no end
And the coming paradise that is too good  for us lowly sheep to comprehend.
But soon, and oh so soon

We will gather together to behold

In our newly donned bodies

 the streets of gold

And we'll look far back

And even if that, if we would ever want to

And see the things that filled our lack of "meaning" and "want to's"  

And it'll all be in vain

Except for what really came

To benefit the kingdom of god 

And I'll want to abstain

From being untame

And return to being His rod.

For that's our place, giving him glory

And if you say otherwise, go read a story

Of Gods will for us and you'll see you're wrong

So join me as I finish this psalm

Glory to God and Bless his holy name

Because that's is our goal, one in the same.

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