God the Father makes me his star
I’m his rocker, so I’ll go far
I’m not tame since I’m in the Way
They are Satan’s, so they must stay
Moved to the Garden scene of the crime
Just like the Lion, we’re from the wild
They’re the tempter’s, broken and bent
I’ll see Heaven, when I am sent
I am wilder since I’m God’s child
Even wilder: Jesus’s bride
Moved to the Garden scene of the crime
Just like the Lion, we’re from the wild
Down out of Heaven, we are the bride
Just for the Husband: Jesus the Life
Like an angel but on the Way
Think of places where they once stayed
Abe’s, by Mamre, and God was hot
Lot’s, in Sodom, where they had lodged
Moved to the Garden scene of the crime
Just like the Lion, we’re from the wild
Down out of Heaven, we are the bride
Just for the Husband: Jesus the Life
Up in the mountains we’re by God’s side
Then we’ll come down and rock as God’s wife
“As the heavens are high from the earth
so My ways are high from your ways
and My thoughts from your thoughts.”
The way is difficult, but I dig it