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Flow

Album: 
Late Bloomer / Acoustic Spoken Groove

Welcome to the flow,
Holy Spirit show gonna blow the doors
Off the ones who think they know
What it’s all about.
Can somebody give me a shout

If they can’t resonate with this reprobate
Representation of the truth.
That God’s locked inside a box
With stained glass clocks
Timing His release on Sunday?
Only the mundane, archane, profane
Of His holy name to the culture
Swarmed like vultures
On the bones of His bride’s dead carcass
Has spoken to that effect.
Spiritual sects of sloth boredom,
Regulation whoredom,
Time to be washed in the muddy Jordan of a lively service!

We wanna resurrect the call of our purpose,
Serve this every meal we eat
Poundin’ on the streets
In beauty covered feet,
Sink our teeth into the meat,
Complete ‘cause glory cannot hide
So my mouth is open wide,
A tongue purified from pride,
A side-swiped melody chimney
Jukin’ jingular rhythm freedom

Believin’ for the healing of a people
From their evil to a dare-devil knevil
Kickin’ feats of resuscitation
Breathin’ release from damnation.
Demons screamin’ in terror
From the rubber burnin’, head turnin’ jaw droppin’, eye poppin’
Landing of motorcycle wheels,
Darkness squeals from the peals
Pounding lightning bolt flash,
Smash the gates of hell,
Ring the bell for an everyday power.
I devour words of life.
I’m the wife of the conqueror of sin,

Hit the chin of my angels’ cousins.
Bare-knuckled, bony fists of fury
Bury the worry of developed doubt
In routs of the terrorizer of the world.
My flag’s unfurled!
I hurled my life on a cross of death,
Got new breath and it’s blowin’ in the breeze.
We fall to our knees with pleas for keys
Free to rejuvenated days of praise.
Hallelujah in the blaze of this flow.