Just a few words before you
read the lyrics to the
song in the video below.
People are judgemental
unkind when alone with you
when in front of others
they put up appearances
This is a form of abuse
which I ask you
to never allow
walk in freedom
honoring God
in all you do and say,
but ::: walk away.
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I walked away from so many people
who lived a life hidden from all
In the prayer room they show piety
outside it is free for all
but one thing we must acknowledge
sooner or later
our conscience catches up
with us all
and the light reveals all things
nothing will be hidden
when our Creator (SPEAKS),
we are but mere dust
before His Holy Countenance
and what joy it can bring to some
in others it will bring
an undesired end.
GOD is the candle in and upon my life
to reveal all things
which will keep me blessed.
Sometimes I feel so lost
unsure of most things along my way
finding it hard to trust anymore
and HE gives me a reason to stay.
Thank You Lord God!
Lyrics to Skellig by Loreena McKennitt
which inspire me to write this site
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O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along
I joined the brotherhood
My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history
Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory
I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure
And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well
And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee
On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky
Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries
Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead
O light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass