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The Lord Is My Rock
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Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..
Tick tock, memories laid inside thy cradle of mind, for so long I have been completely blind. The hands outstretched on this fateful day of that old man known to us as father time. Today is the day my demented cradle was rocked. The doorway to my forgotten past become unlocked. The recollection of a strangers memories, overpowered by shock , I say " O my , dear God, how much longer will all of this last? Feelings of naslalgia, warm and heavy, blanket me, set in a amnesiacs surreal fictious fantasy. I prayed to be free. I awaken into reality by such a sharp sudden loud persistent knock!
Tick tock, the summers breeze blows fierce through the passage way of this mysterious unfamiliar dock.
My life's journey has been a long distant tiresome walk.
Tick Tock, I set my eyes upon the hands of my lifeforces' clock, it begins to slow in anticipation of the divinely promised arrival of the final hour .
To the ticking of the clock when the good Lord calls my name home, set the alarm clocks, for in that very second my beating heart shall forever stop. I want none of you to be troubled nor burdened by the pain and grief caused by a sense of loss. It is too high of a cost for I want you to know I have not been lost. In all the tears over the years that had been shed my soul has been washed clean of all impurity and stain. Paradise awaits me, I'm happy and free, Inside your hearts I shall forever be. I must travel on to my place in heaven, I faithfully finished the race! God my Father, His voice is calling me to come home and I shall not make him have any longer of a wait! He extends to us all his abundant magnificent transcendent grace!
Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..
Tick tock, memories laid inside thy cradle of mind, for so long I have been completely blind. The hands outstretched on this fateful day of that old man known to us as father time. Today is the day my demented cradle was rocked. The doorway to my forgotten past become unlocked. The recollection of a strangers memories, overpowered by shock , I say " O my , dear God, how much longer will all of this last? Feelings of naslalgia, warm and heavy, blanket me, set in a amnesiacs surreal fictious fantasy. I prayed to be free. I awaken into reality by such a sharp sudden loud persistent knock!
Tick tock, the summers breeze blows fierce through the passage way of this mysterious unfamiliar dock.
My life's journey has been a long distant tiresome walk.
Tick Tock, I set my eyes upon the hands of my lifeforces' clock, it begins to slow in anticipation of the divinely promised arrival of the final hour .
To the ticking of the clock when the good Lord calls my name home, set the alarm clocks, for in that very second my beating heart shall forever stop. I want none of you to be troubled nor burdened by the pain and grief caused by a sense of loss. It is too high of a cost for I want you to know I have not been lost. In all the tears over the years that had been shed my soul has been washed clean of all impurity and stain. Paradise awaits me, I'm happy and free, Inside your hearts I shall forever be. I must travel on to my place in heaven, I faithfully finished the race! God my Father, His voice is calling me to come home and I shall not make him have any longer of a wait! He extends to us all his abundant magnificent transcendent grace!
