You are the builder I am the rock. Behold I stand at the door and knock. Built on thorns and weeds and worn. I’ll be a witness of uprooting born. I threw a party you did not care. All of the townspeople were all there. When it’s over it will be too late. Wake up now please don’t wait.
I hunger and thirst for the poor in spirit. I hunger and thirst for mourners to be comforted. I hunger and thirst for the falsely persecuted. I hunger and thirst for righteousness.
Pass on by the seraph flew. Over the fire consuming you. Now don’t tremble. Now don’t shake. You who decided to miss that date. I’ll see you soon now away far. I’ll look down if I can see your scar. I am healed and sown up, too. I have no plight in the final zoo. Demonstrations. Violence Uproar! I hope you come back to safely soar.
I hunger and thirst for the poor in spirit. I hunger and thirst for mourners to be comforted. I hunger and thirst for the falsely persecuted. I hunger and thirst for righteousness.
Peace has arisen escaping all nets thrown out by fisherman placing their bets. Evil angels destroy this town. All will be trodden down. Heaven and earth will pass away, but God’s word is here to stay. Eating bread without leaven, I’m carried away into heaven.
I hunger and thirst for the poor in spirit. I hunger and thirst for mourners to be comforted. I hunger and thirst for the falsely persecuted. I hunger and thirst for righteousness.
Love healing hearts, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist