Wanted Sign by C Ried (Composer) published on 2013/02/21 22:10:43 +0000 **Wanted Sign** We are men of a savage age. Men portrayed by fellas like Peter or Homer Simpson. Which only pixelate the view of You Man. It isn't our jewels that reign within flowing shapes that stir within or even the thought of women that etch lines on your cranium. It isn't your outward portrait or Your 6 fingered, I mean 6 figured income, Style as rider of the night in shining armor, in that Black Dodge Viper or even the Boa Constructor of equipment in your manhole. Men I am speaking seriously, Not in a theological fashion but practically Within a simple act of passion. It wasn't meant to sit down and just relax Let's drive truth home across the finish line Let's hone our weapons against the enemy shaft. They didn't call it pitchforks and torches for nothing, Let's go Dungeons and Dragons upon this dirty glass! Because My desire is to shake the gates of hell so strong That either I die or they will tumble down. Let's fight like tomorrow will never come Divide the parting waters with the Spirit of God. God has given us the spirit of men. Warriors after the hearts of men, To proclaim in dignity and boldness The presence of the ultimate man, Christ Jesus So lets join and put away our John Deere tractors, Our guns and firecrackers. Let's light up the universe with Godly fluorescence Live to end the day as the peace of God's presence. May our video games be spiritual warfare As we pray for our nation, our people, our families. Let's anoint our doorposts with the blood of the lamb By following in the ways of Heaven's Grand Plan. Though you might be thinking It isn't what I thought I'd be doing. The anchor is heavy and I just can't beat around the lines of normal ruining. Yes hard indeed.. But the pleasure of knowing to fight Can only be the same as that final battle won Wearing victory in plain sight. Let out the lions within.. Not the restless sort, but the majestic ones The magnificent and metered. For we were born to follow passion.. We are scared like the next one But when we have placed our fears into something greater we become larger than Paul Bunyan For we axe the way of life for those around us Not counting pennies equaling my identity Not bathed in complacencies but girded in reality. Where are our children, finding truth in images? Or maybe in self obsession or even simple prideful ambition? Oh can we live the life of leaders who fight against strife. Ride against the river of life And let God Win. Let's be men who aren't worried about tomorrows worries But about today, our wives or children. Not married? Maybe the oppressed and hurt human. Lets give till it hurts And let God do HIS great works. Men we need to stand up and fight Give evidence to real life Drive home truth to the in-zone and touchdown into the words of Christ. For I want to be a wanted man in evil's realm.