All creatures of our God and King Lift up your voice and let us sing O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia. Creation sent to me the centipede To witness the complexity Of one hundred legs that were moving unexpectedly Ironically, just as they were meant to be They're fearfully and wonderfully made An organism prays in circadian rhythms The sun will rise, and the sun will set The sun will rise again so lift up your head This is life, not a static object preserved and displayed Like a relic of the dead You are not a fruitless tree with a rootless disease Growin' in a bucket in a rich man's home Next to the TV, tamed and alone Learnin' to lust for the things you don't own Like an armchair warrior who's been dethroned Declawed and fixed Fightin' for your life with unattended slit wrists Don't let your name get intermingled with a number Cause it's time to awaken from the devilish slumber And freely follow the forerunner to the Fatherland And rally 'round the Renaissance man And the wisdom of His ways And all the work of His hands Catch come as catch can Concentrating on the good words of the Son of Man The plan is to withstand the demands of a confused oppressor A wolf in sheep's clothes with monotonous lectures And questionable gestures Unequal measures Cultural pressures And synthetic textures Force fed instead of the most beautiful architecture Of our long lost, forgotten origins Earth, seed, fiber and the blood of my kin And that old rock where we confessed our sins Oh, my God, fellow man, and this great land They all cry out for full restoration And this will take patience And this will take the tribes and tongues of all the nations And all of creation groans in anticipation Waitin' for the Son of God to be manifest And I can feel it burnin' in my chest The liberation for the oppressed And it's beautiful like the feet that bring good news It's beautiful like this freedom tune It's beautiful like the power to choose, to change Beautiful like the long awaited rain Beautiful like the healing pains Beautiful like to holy flames Coming down All creatures of our God and King Lift up your voice and let us sing O praise Him! O Praise Him! AlleluiaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
