we pose in a new day,

crowned in a unique way,

i guess we are solders in a world nobody has trained us for,

for who we be in christ,

is a happy ever after.

we willingly undercover the mysteries to discover its new lenses

living everything we did yesterday beyond the ages

hence we are less bound by our ridicule mistakes,

a confession nothing more

believing in christ is all it took 

and so we replicate from the sins of this world,

i presume nothing broke,

THROUGH THE PICKETS, OVER THE RIDGES , ALAS THE FENCES.

fences rooted into the ground

they never fall nor break

wreck nor wretch.

these are barriers the enemy has constructed to keep people out of the presence of God,

so livid and weak they linger like a finger,

man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceedth out of the mouth of God.

 how will man proclaim the food of the spirit with all these fences around him,

if the alcohol and cigarettes be so perspicuous and etiquette around his nerves,

his a parricide of his mothers name,

with his actions he lets not the kingdom of God reign but brings it to shame.

THROUGH THE PICKETS, OVER THE RIDGES, ALAS THE FENCES

through these pickets am bound alas.

My tears shed. My ignorance swallow's me whole

in every dream like every realm.

Conniving shadows grim.

no light seems to ignite an alley of faith nor a symptom of joy,

mere voices diverge my energy,

love proves to be a decoy,

mysterious shadows surround my christianity

of what entity OH of what decree shall i suffer for all eternity,

still through these pickets a chase for a new life goes on.

The stillness and silence wont pay the price,

alas i confess my sins and blend in truth,

will christ take away the pickets from me

and maybe even cast away the shame the pickets have brought upon me..

THROUGH THE PICKETS, OVER THE RIDGES, ALAS THE FENCES,

The ridges rig and cheat,

they claim my image and salvage for their own gain,

i'm a sinner,

but should i stop going to church?

stereo typical lies encumber me

now i'm struggling within my resume.

Due to prejudice they label me as terrorist,

how do i go to church after this,

in dread!

I sink in my own skin

the ridges portray an image of sin,

by what virtues shall i run away from such shame,

i nod distinctly in fear of evading such blame,

THROUGH THE PICKETS, OVER THE RIDGES, ALAS THE FENCES.

our stories are told,

the rhythm of our lives unfold a new id portrays my new life,

for once was i a thief, twice have i been to jail,

and thrice have i murdered.

Thence my whole life riddled to kindle less,

my soul always grieved for a better test,

no body understood my pain

i've been struggling for years,

now is not yesterday!

now is now 

maybe now is the present gear

this is what you should hear.

God has given me a new ID,

one i've got at zero price

seems precise to pay the price.