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[title] => Mr. Sand: Testimony by the Roadside
[time] => 2004-11-20 20:27:43
[hometext] => I know of a time of many highways When men were choosing different paths.
[bodytext] => Dreams, they say, Are made of sand Here, I cup some in my hand... There's a young lad Resting On some rocks By the roadside Then there is a pale hand Holding out an Upright thumb This young lad happens To know the Holy Spirit A car approaches It seems colorless But the young lad knows That it does not come to bring hope This car is riding down The Highway of Lost Dreams "Hey, kid! Wanna ride?" "No, thanks. I'm going the other Way. Would you like to know how to get there?" .... I know of a time of many highways When men were choosing different paths There was much sand spread amongst them Every speck like an inch, an inkling of a dream to be formed Then I met this young guy He's a killer by the roadside He helps men rid themselves of their want for sin In that way, he is a killer And he waits by the roadside of life So that he may help transform men before they are confronted by the Judgement I laid down in my palace of sand And he laid down on those rocks by the roadside I am not like this creature I merely lend my services for the payment of each individual's time This creature offers spiritual time with the Holy Lamb of God I allow this because somewhere in my existence I think I have a heart [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 49 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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