Learning (W/w)ords like God“You can never be like God,”More Like This
was what my father liked to say.
He’d smirk and wink as if in jest
but I knew better than to play.
He’d tell me that by definition
men are fallen dirty creatures.
He’d never tell me that our words
were what brought our God so nearer.
“God has took your words from you,
He knew that’d work out best.
With words men tend to wreak abuse
of His plan for less and less.”
I’d scratch my head when he’d say
those very heartfelt words.
I knew my dad was trying hard
to keep me from more hurt.
“Your words are how you’re like God,”
he told me so sincere.
“That’s the best way to get Him,
and to Him to draw near.
Don’t be surprised if your words break—
they aren’t His after all.
He sent His Word so you could speak
and make your upward fall.”
I think I got my father’s words,
I think I understood.
My father just explained to me
that words can be no good.
The day I was bornI died on the day I was bornMore Like This
I had heaven, then I lost it.
I had God, and He had me,
until the day I fell to Earth
and lost all my memory.
I used to see my Dad each day
I know He loved to talk to me.
I know He had a lot to say
I miss all that I had to see.
I miss my place with Him.
When I was born, I came a corpse
compared to what I was before.
What kind of corpse can hope to f e e l ?
What kind of corpse can know the LORD?
What kind of corpse knows the deal
or knows what we’re reaching to w a r d ?
I died on the day I was born,
so why do I feel so alive?
Why, when I open my eyes
do I learn something new?
Do buried corpses progress too?
I died on the day I was born
Let me r