Chad Dominus

Truth is powerful
Truth is real and will always stay
Lies can't stand in the face of the truthful
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Digging, digging, digging a well
How deep is it? I cannot tell
But I am far beneath the desert sands
Trying to dig with my raw, bloodied hands
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If you cannot take a time of day
To go to the Lord and pray,
Then how can you say:
'I'll follow Him all the way'
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Inside I'm just a blind and little boy
A boy who really wants to see Daddy
I have seen many things that brought brief joy
And lots of things I wish I did not see
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I walk down a road in the night
far away from manmade light
Through a deep and dark wood
I have traversed many times before
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This night I sit by my open window
And stare far off into the blackened sky
As a chill and light breeze begins to blow
I hear whispers in the darkness nearby
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The Bride is wearing the wrong clothes, I say
Her worn out dress is covered in black dirt
Does she not know it is her wedding day?
She sits, asleep, in a pew, the pervert
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Come watch the fun, fellow demons, come all!
See the spectacle of eternity
Behold the humans march to their fall!
A wondrous parade of vanity
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When mankind fell away from God
His love did not get corrupted with them
And He did not abandon them to die
Although He had every right to condemn
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To me a sonnet is a straitjacket
It keeps a poet's hands behind his back
Shakespeare is Houdini with a quartet
But Thoreau put no jail bars on his shack
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I have been freed! Freed from hope:
Hope in love, hope in Man
I have been freed! Freed to hope:
Hope in God, in His plan
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How I love her with all my heart!
I yearn for her with all that is in me
Yet she keeps me at arm's length apart
She cannot fathom that my love is free
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How You love me from Your deepest being!
You yearn for me with your infinite soul
Yet from Your arms I am ever fleeing
I can't grasp that Your love is without toll
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I may not know what the future holds,
But I know Who holds my future
I may not know what to do for a living,
But I know Who I'm living for
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Death is a doorway,
A gate unto eternity.
A chiseled stone, arched and heavy.
It is a rough door, grim and gray.
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The phantom of my mind
The monarch of my brain
Is passionate and kind
Brings both pleasure and pain
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What is man, that God should love him?
Who are humans that the Father desires them?

The dust of the earth, that is of no worth
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The curse of sin weighed on His shoulders
Rejected by both God and man
He took upon Himself the burden
That no one else had the strength to bare
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By day the birds sing adoration
Accompanied by the rustling trees
By night the crickets make their proclamation
With the croaking of the frogs and the night breeze
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My mind is a surge of emotion
Feelings polarized and beyond scale
Causing confusion, internal commotion
Overpowering, relentless, ruling without fail
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