paroles de chanson Rising Son - Carl Steven Jung

Rising Son on Heaven's Earth
Enduring the soul's worth
Hearing of the Lord's words
For its net worth my soul yearns

Rising Son

Seeds freshly landed on many Earths to be planted.
Heaven has sown.
To be home grown.
If the ground is stricken, then plow stone.
Trust me, I've dug up skull and bones.
Wearing old rags and torn clothes.
Clear the ground.
Make a home.
Sanctified to the Lord be known.
Sent his Son from the throne.
Pleasant words some hard to be known
Unless you hear with an ear to tap the phone
Plenty want to use the microphone
We in the zone
Thorns have winded endlessly to trap
Roads that go nowhere like men when they rap
Sing, dance, and clap, the message is wack
Snakes ready to rattle, biting when there is slack.
You bet it's scary when they attack.
Harmful as Serpents on the surface
Threading the needle on a Camels back

Rising Son on Heaven's Earth
Enduring the soul's worth
Hearing of the Lord's words
For its net worth my soul yearns

Rising Son

When it rains it waters the ground
Fruit from below makes the owner proud.
He desires prizes of great size renown.
Thorns and briers are gathered and burned down.
Sinning willfully won't gain the crown
Although you boast really loud
Its thunder from an empty cloud
The kind of light that stands out but wanders around.
Separating themselves from the worlds blight
As if they were clean, but had the right
To wear pride and claim bright
Yet, are we better? No! in no way
should we do evil, because good comes anyway.
The truth is they are converted and ready to proclaim
A virtue that is untamed
As the word grows in a Preacher's name
One that likes to glory in their shame
Like a sinner but saved
Heavy to lift a finger cause their work is vain

Rising Son on Heaven's Earth
Enduring the soul's worth
Hearing of the Lord's words
For its net worth my soul yearns