Love is a Hurricane

Love is a Hurricane

A Poem by Phoenix Wolf-ray
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a metaphysical song

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The enemy lives in my mind 

whispering words so twisted and unkind 

but kindness is a gentle breeze 

It ruffles my hair and rocks me in the trees 

It can become a hurricane 

to drive the unkind blind unsane 

No one knows it's you 

only the Little People really know it's true 

where you go comes an angel of light  

Where you go grows a garden of delight 

 

I have a friend in Jesus, who loves to change his name 

He's Horus and Pan and the Son of Man 

and he never plays war games 

 

The enemy lives in your mind

hiding behind those rosy-color blinds

But Her love is a gentle breeze

that ruffles your hair and rocks you in the trees

and it will become a hurricane

I can feel it gather round, untame

No one knows it's me

only the Little People have the eyes to see

where I go, comes a gentle rain

where I go comes a hurricane

 

And I have a friend in Jesus, who loves to change his name

He's the bright eternal youth and the crazy poet Truth

and he never plays war games

 


The enemy lives in our minds 

He profits when we hide behind 

old pain and silent misery 

He ruffles no hair, and he knocks down the trees

And if he became a hurricane

well, he'd take pleasure in our pain 

Everyone knows it, too 

but he takes no pleasure in the truth 

where he goes, there go politics and war 

and we all call him God, what's more.

 

Well I have a friend in Jesus, who loves to change His name

He's the end of the past and the new world come at last

and He never plays war games

 

Now the question in my mind is

Where do I get these wild ideas?

I'd never thought these kind of things before

but I'd never listened to Her voice behind the door

He might send floods, but She brings a hurricane

She feeds us pleasure to ease away our pain

Everyone knows She's here

but all our minds can let us feel is fear

I'm sick of all these politics and war

and how the questions always seem to lead to more.

 

And we all have a friend in Jesus, who loves to change his name

He's the Lord of the Dance and our very last chance

to learn some other kind of games that he likes to play

and He knows the very best games

He never plays war games

 

 

 

© 2008 Phoenix Wolf-ray


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Added on February 16, 2008