HOW can the captives OF flesh, prisoners of evil spirit, Sing the Songs of Zion?

 HOW CAN STRANGE flesh, strangers Sin the Song of TRUTH, Freedom? Lord TEAR DOWN the OLD house, Raise up the New ON the Foundation of Truth.

God WILL Perfect His House of Worship.  Souls, Body BOWED TO Christ, Truth the Holy Breath, God-Breathed Word.  The Thoughts of God the CURE, the Remedy for the poisoned flesh OF TIME. God DOES NOT FORSAKE, HIS Work, OF HIS Hands.  Christ the Vessel, Flesh of His Substance, We the Vessel IN His Hands.  A VESSEL OF OVERFLOWING Living Waters FOR those Thirsty for Drink.

The Lord Sees, Hears my thought afar off, there is not a word of my tongue, flesh, that the Lord does not Know.  WHERE can I GO FROM His Presence, Spirit.   My bed, my flesh RESTS IN HELL.  HOW CAN I darkness HIDE from Thee, Omniscient God. The darkness IN me, vanishes nonexistent IN ENTRANCE OF Light, into His Chosen Body.  Lord You Your Spirit, Presence LEADS me EVEN in the land of darkness, TROUGH the DARKNEESS, Greater You Brightness of Light than any spirit, thought of fallen flesh.  The Bride, Church, Holy Flesh, SINGS the Thoughts, Son of God, Freedom as She COMES Home.