March 11, 2010
If you see this then you have now entered the 7th dimension
Why I have this page I don't need to mention
But if I had to I would say with no hesitation
That every boy wants a tree house club
Whether it's big or small, he finds a need to fit in
Physically, socially, and as he will soon realize, spiritually
Hopefully the bond is more solid than liquids
As I travel this road, it's getting more narrow
This life I live will be lonelier tomorrow
I'm shunned by fellows who were once down to walk
I'm welcomed by hollows who don't share the same talk
Christ in me, I see by faith
That, I know, is more than fate
But Christ in me is hard to see
During times like these when I can't feel deep
And so I seek a hiding place
This "secret" page is not it, by the way
But perhaps it may serve as a means towards another means
To find the true shadow under His wings
My heart is silent, my soul is longing
Speak to me Lord, speak to me
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New page for a new sage
If you see this then you have now entered the 7th dimension
Why I have this page I don't need to mention
But if I had to I would say with no hesitation
That every boy wants a tree house club
Whether it's big or small, he finds a need to fit in
Physically, socially, and as he will soon realize, spiritually
Hopefully the bond is more solid than liquids
As I travel this road, it's getting more narrow
This life I live will be lonelier tomorrow
I'm shunned by fellows who were once down to walk
I'm welcomed by hollows who don't share the same talk
Christ in me, I see by faith
That, I know, is more than fate
But Christ in me is hard to see
During times like these when I can't feel deep
And so I seek a hiding place
This "secret" page is not it, by the way
But perhaps it may serve as a means towards another means
To find the true shadow under His wings
My heart is silent, my soul is longing
Speak to me Lord, speak to me
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New page for a new sage
See how far I go on limited mileage
From Broadway streets to the streets on a new stage;
From the confined greens to the open cage;
And on roads not taken beyond the city light marquee
Every landscape is blank and ready to be filled in
White like clouds and bright like new laundry
Control the paint and color the canary
Blue like I'm twittering
Off the road and I'm twitter-free
Fresh like silence
Still and small
