Some day when I wake up,
I see the face of God.
That day I stand in the front, with no make-up,
and know the Love.

Untill that day I hold your hand.
And help you to understand.
You tell me there is a field of flowers
and I keep counting the seconds and the hours.

When will we be there?





I locked the door to the seventh floor.
In case you are bored, and want to be restored.
You may knock, and the peacock I am
help you to withstand the reality.

There is the stairway into the eternity.
There is the seventh floor with the answers.
If I may knock, and the peacock, you are,
show me the stars far above.
I will not ask the further questions why.



He is my best councelor.
He is the mighty creator.
My love for him although is a shadow
of the love and wisdom that within him endow
me and all the true prayers,
Some may say He is the slayer.

I say to you, what I know is true.
He loves you, and because of you,
He gave his life,
and from then on never dies.
If there is someone who lies,
it's the flesh, bottom line.

The flesh wants to argue,
hate and discriminate.
The godless nature
hates the creator.
The council to love,
to give and take.
There is nothing within us,
to withstand the pain.

But on the loving arms,
of Jesus who suffered.
We are strong
and need no buffer,
for the mighty angel
stands in the front line.
And there is the sound,
of the Almight'
"You will be free."