i stand silently before the father
waiting for him to rescue me.
for salvation comes from him alone.
yes he alone is my rock
my rescuer
my defense and fortress.
why then should i be tense with fear
when trouble comes
psalm 62..verses 1 and 2
somewhere over there
is a place where souls are free
glory shines from within
and the earth rises to face
the mourning son
where hearts in turmiol
are quieted from trouble and pain
renewed with the promise
of hope and cheer
brother
somewhere over there
is a hill upon which you can
touch the face of heaven
as she silently cries
in the morning mist
she cries tears of happiness
yes she does
for on that vast and untouched plain
with the love of god nothing
can compare
my sister
beautiful sister
somewhere over there
is a filed of grain
that whistles in the wind
and the taunts of enemies
cant hurt your tender heart
where life passes swiftly
yet every memory is so very clear
as we meditate upon the gift of love
god prepared
for you and me
somewhere over there
young lions roar in the evening dusk
yet are still dependent upon the wisdom
of the faithful father
where hands are open wide
ready to receive bountiful provisions
and when all are full
there is plenty left to spare
for our hungry brothers and sisters
somewhere over there
praises are being sung in tribute
to the spirit of mankind
where the blood stone of a mans sacrifice
becomes the capstone for a mighty arch
and we dont have to compromise
our dignity
to climb heavens stairs
somehwere
in the name of the beneficent and merciful
somewhere over there
good men are are applauded
in their quest for righteousness
and evil men finally
must bear the burdens of their sins
where when world conflict arises
no nation is victorious
until they turn the weapons of warfare
into ploughshares
yes indeed
somewhere
i do believe
somehwere over there
we have a view of a magestic ocean
upon the shore people meditate
to eradicate the hate that lies within
the demons deceptions
where the sons of
abraham
the prophet muhammad and jesus the christ
finally decleare
to live as one
somewhere over there
determination to be wise
is the first step towards wisdom
where the hissing of summer lawns
creates a haze that dims
the afternoon suns glare
and you and i prepare
to live as one
to love as one
to die as one
and to be reborn as one
i do believe it is
somewhere
somewhere over there
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