On proud hills

[Ilovebooks]

On Proud hills

Lift your hands high to god
priase him and answer to evil not
listen to the songs of the angels ring
open gates for my sould heaven sings

Broken man, poor with sickness, dead from lies
lift your head can you see to heavens eye?
where god is asking , leading your path with bright stones
and after your work has done and god calls, he will bring you home.

stand tall girl head up high
puff your c hest and stand straight
laugh live and love through your eyes
god can eratch you in your soul never will it be too late
torn into pieces by words are you? well satin leave and yuor darkness cries, for the path is lite with bright stones

STAND WE ALL, LIFT YOUR HANDS TO THE SKY
PRAISE LIFTED UP AND BLESSES RAIN DOWN INTO OUR LIVES
HE IS THE GOD, THE ONE AND ONLY, THE MESSAIH TO LEAD US TO VICTORY
HE WILLSAVES US FROM DANGER IF WE CALL, HE WILL SAVES US FROM OURSELFS IF NEED BE,
WE STAND ON PROUD HILLS

[kanasta]

I had a dress made from satin. It was hellish to clean.

[Sue]

Jeez.

Without going into the sentiments expressed, which you obviously feel strongly - how about tidying things up before you post them for others to read? Typos and mis-spellings and mangled English don't impress.

I find preaching doesn't work in poems anyway.
Sorry.