I know I've never seen
anything like it.
I know I've never touched
anything more real.
From tiptoe to marathon...
There's no prize like the prize.
These wings are finish flags...
for no law can hold me down.
Gravity is baffled
as I fly forever more.
Though the prize is mine already
what bird resists the soar?
My Lord is dressed in Sonstone...
He smiles like the stars.
His teeth the constellation
in entirety my universe.
Walking in the spirit
I've revelated down Church street...
Looked at all the faces
with not a building in sight.
I said I looked at all the faces
I wear my Jesus badge
And I drive my ministry with flashing lights.
The siren's gospel voices
piercing the black hole of tablets...
Coursing at Lightspeed
unraveling the ball of yarn
only to recourse it
on the straight and narrow path.
The weight of the stone
breaks under pressure...
The Light of the Lord
writes words upon my heart...
and drive my ministry with flashing lights...