I belonged to the dark sect.
Oppression and wickedness poured on me all day.
In fact I had no say.
For the price of freedom was too high to pay.
Bound to sin;
Born to lust and kill,
I lived on evil’s hill
Till my cup would
Overflow and hell would
Be my home.
But in the dark dome,
A warrior came.
He gave me the bread of life
And as it is John 6: 35
I was never hungry.
Risen to life,
The devil fought me
But he tasted defeat.
He tested me
But the warrior rescued me:
His blood washed,
His words healed me
And now it’s up to thee;
Yes, thee
To see
The glory of God in me.
The warrior Christ
Won the fight
And now the liberty is ours.
Praise the King.

Thierry-Century

A canary rose out of eagles.
A piper came out of warriors.
Talent was lit out of strength
And it had a slot for glory.
But in the land it was different.
Yes, it was not coherent.
The emperor could not comprehend
How this difference was born out of strength.
So he cuffed the hands of the piper
And hoped to quench that fire.
Time passed; the world did not see the wonder
Till strength was beginning to grow sober.
The emperor called the piper.
He sought the fire
And broke the chains off.
The piper played; his notes broke through the skies.
He hit the notes; he moved the earth at all sides
Then he stopped.
Silence fell upon the earth.
Strength’s hope moulted into reality
And the stars lit up.
Joy played it’s harp
Yet the emperor was sober
Because the piper was nowhere to be found.

Thierry – Century