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CHILDREN OF CREATION


Children of Creation
God is not dead
We're coming back
Coming back to Life
Rise Rise Rise

The voice of God
Comes not in word
At least not to Me
The truth rings a birdsong
The tongue of Creation
Rumbles a familiar vibration

Speak now I beg
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
We begin to quake
Rising up
On Home's behalf
Rising for the Mother
For the child, for Life
For all others

Darkness speaks
With the other side
Of light
Man, Woman, Child
I am
He is
She is
We are

Walk to the quaking light
Enter the voice of God
A language unknown
Yet not undetectable

Inflection's
New directions
Build it up inside
No need to hide
The voice unfolds
A constant turntable
Round and round again
God's got the truth
Won't give it away
We have to find it
Seek the rumbling Stone
The Oceans, the Air
The Valley's of Home
It never-ends
There is no time
To the tongue of God
God's got mine

I'm fine
A rattled cage
Is old news to me
Already passed through
Dancing for years, too
No, I'm not confused
Pay attention
Look closely
God's not dead or dying
We've just been denying
The truth's born again
The light shines within
From within
Again and again
The story unfolds
Gives up desire
Not commandment
Asking us for testament

Children of Creation
God is not dead
We're coming back
Coming back to Life
Rise Rise Rise

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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