Joy To The World
 

colors of black and gray my days are shortend time frozen i look up and i hear your voice in the sky with the sound of thunder getting closer and closer your spirt moves upon the face of the water the leafs dance and turn up on the trees lighting crashes and breaks the ground i look not for wanders i look not for a miracle for you are Whatching You Hearing You Your Voice Follows Me In The Wind And It Chills My Spine colors Of Black An Gray The Only Hope For The Desolate And The Falling Colors Of Black And Gray I Look Not For A Decieving Sun I Wait For You Your Spirt Moves Upon The Earh Given Life To The Dead Seeking Your Chosen Few Prepare Your Warriors My King As I Dance For His Majestey Your Spirt Moves Upon The Face Of Waters Your Spirt Embraces All Your Creatures My Teacher Of All Things Deep So I Will Sing Joy To The World The Lord Has Come Let Earth Recieve Her King And Let Heavean And Nature Sing Let Every Heart Prepare You Room Prepare Those To Fall At Your Kness My King Victory Be Your Name Forever More Joy To The World The Lord Has Come Let Earth Claim Her King Right Awake In This Daze Of Clouded Haze As the Thunders Roar Your Name

always loved a good Thunder Storm... ;)

:rockon:

that was a really good one!!

:D :jam: