It all looked like he would go forth.
He would get that job that blurs the lines of integrity.
Alarm goes off, work clothes on, coffee in hand when the phone rings.
No, never mind, just stay home.
The arrangement has been altered.
People disappoint with the loyalty of a midnight hooker.
Circumstances drive us mad.
But our hope is not in these fickle fallacies.
No amount of money can buy peace.
Being in the wrong place is not worth the circles under our eyes.
His ways are so far above
When we can not make a bit of sense out of it
Can't find an ounce of logic in it
There is Rest.
The numbers of hair on our heads have been counted
He chose to die because He couldn't stand the thought of being without us
Mind blowing deeper than the ocean kind of Love
Deserving of all of our trust
Sit back with a smile on your face
glass of lemonade in hand
to witness the unfolding of the Master's plan
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