MY TOUNGE IS A SWORD. IT IS A DOUBLE-EDGED BLADE. USED FOR LIFE OR DEATH, DEPENDING ON THE DIRECTION ITS SWAYED. HOIST IT THE RIGHT WAY, SOUL. HARNESS THE WRONG WAY, FOOL.

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Tower

Inside the name of Christ, the tower,
I am preserved.
Inside the name of Christ, whose power
I surely don't deserve.
Let me hide, Son of Man,
in the power of your name.
Let me refuge when the storms
come crashing in.
The tower of protection waits
for whom it may impell.
The song of redemption calls
for my weary soul.
This Tower stands as a beacon where
all of man can journey there.
I know not how or why or when
but I know my soul will hide therein.

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