April 3, 2025 - Brother Nathanael
03:50
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| The legends of the man of the Bible never dies, going far beyond the lives of the prophets, long after the deeds of the disciples of Christ are achieved. | |
| I came not to be ministered unto, says Jesus, but to serve and to give my life a ransom. | |
| For many, like a cosmic tapestry spanning space and time, every servant of Christ knows it's more blessed to give than to receive. | |
| The more you give, the more others get the benefit. | |
| No good deed goes unpunished. | |
| The more you enrich others, the more you get hit. | |
| Ignore the spitting, the hitting. | |
| Vote it! | |
| And drink the bitter cup, for it's better to die in the fray than to expire a second-rate wash-up. | |
| I was a highwayman. | |
| Along the coach roads I did ride. | |
| With sword and pistol by my side. | |
| Many a young maid lost her baubles to my tray And many a soldier shed his life's blood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of 25 But I am still alive I was a sailor He was born upon the tide of infinity and time. | |
| He walked upon the water. | |
| He turned the water into wine. | |
| He did his father's will and for this he was killed. | |
| but he is living still A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado. | |
| I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below. | |
| They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound. | |
| But I am still around. | |
| Always be around and around and around and around and around and around Jesus was a dam builder across a river, deep and wide, where death and life collide. | |
| Plunged into earth's concrete below, buried in a tomb where silence grows. | |
| But Jesus is still around. | |
| He will always be around. | |
| I'll fly a starship across the universe divine. | |
| And when I reach the other side, I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can. | |
| Perhaps I may become a highwayman again. | |
| Or I may simply be a single drop of rain. | |
| But I will remain. | |
| And I'll be back again and again and again and again and again and again and again. | |
| Jesus flies a starship, a cosmic rider who reached the other side. | |
| All powers of the air did he subside. | |
| A highwayman on the interstate of mind. | |
| No mere drop of rain, he will remain. | |
| And he will be back again. | |
| Now heed my altar call and give your life to Jesus Christ. | |
| Get on the interstate that's eternally longer. |
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