It All Burns


Self infused
Obstructions in my view
Intimidation of the vile inflations of our economy will eventually crash to the ground
I won’t be standing at the gate empty handed
Standing on the devil’s neck
Shove him far away beyond my happy thoughts
I won’t give him my time
Well ahead to share my father’s words with the broken hearted
Seasons of which we go though
Gather in the sheep
Defend them from the wolves
We won’t let the wolves take them from behind with their fangs
This generation yearns to be shown His love
Self infused
Obstructions in my view
Mountains I begin to move
Only you can help me point out the things my flesh doesn’t need
Begin by stirring my heart up for the people in our city
Our government won’t make much of a difference
The only change will come from us