City Angel
Dedicated to a very special friend. I also wrote this because some people at my school seem to think Christians are people who are deadly dull and spent every minute of the day praying. I don't pray every minute of the day. I might be deadly dull, I've never bothered to ask. R&R!
City lights, eyes bright,
Look at you, taking the spotlight.
Stamping stars from the stone,
Under your heels, as you strut your stuff.
Girl, you've got the city,
Wrapped around your little finger.
You're alive, dancing and singing,
You're a queen, risking and winning.
Men stop and stare as you waltz past,
Sparing them sweet glances, looks that last.
You're a jewel dame, you love the fame,
Rings and bracelets adorn your name.
You leave broken-hearted guys by the doors,
Of clubs, you take 'em rich; leave 'em poor.
Your name means mortal peril for all,
Boys come at your beck and call.
You wear ruby studded clothes,
A ring of silver in your nose,
Smooth, leather boots, black as night,
Your rich brown hair bathed in moonlight.
You love the city, love the glow,
Of a thousand places you could go.
Honey, you sparkle in the street,
Singing Cha cha cha! Clicking your feet.
Babe, you are an angel, all glitter and shine.
The boys in the street say 'I wish you were mine'.
You're wicked sweet, eyes of starlight,
Your wings spread wide, blacker than night.
Yet round your neck is a simple thing,
It is not glamorous, but it makes you sing.
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It's a cross, made of wood,
It splinters, stained by blood.
As you walk around, head held high,
The stars twinkle merrily in the sky.
The little cross lies over your heart,
Reminding of the part of you,
That wants to sing and dance,
For Him.
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And when the sun starts his ascent to the sky,
You slip into the cathedral, angels watching on high.
You seat yourself in a pew,
And pray to Him, and the few
People around you start to sing.
The stone angels open their wings,
And you're in the spotlight again,
Waiting for Him, praising again.
The singing shakes the walls,
You open your eyes, join in the calls,
Stand, raise your arms, sing for Him.
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Lord.
Lord, your servant is calling.
Lord.
Lord, your servant is calling.
You drink his blood,
Which stained the cross, made of wood.
You eat his flesh,
The pain He endured, truly we are blessed.
Lord.
Lord, your servant is calling.
Lord.
Lord, your servant is calling.
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Then you leave, and become, again,
A normal girl, with fears and pains,
Working, cleaning, walking, talking,
Lying, fighting, laughing, singing.
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Then you slip into skin-tight clothes,
Stick a diamond through your nose,
Open the door, switch off the light.
And without a backwards glance, slip into the night.
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Girl, away you go.
The paths you tread,
Only you and He shall know.
I've seen you singing in the empty square,
As the rain starts its steady flow.
Doves cooing at your feet,
As angels and demons admire your face.
People bustle around you,
But you know your place.
Strutting the streets, in the artificial glow
Dressed in satin, beads and lace.
The little cross over your heart.
You sing and people stare,
You're a piece of art,
So stunning and so wondrous.
The sky and skyscrapers part,
So you can walk on through.
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Girl, keep shining, keep shining for Him.
Girl, keep shining, keep shining for Him.
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You're an angel,
But here and now, these wings won't fly.
Keep dancing and singing,
Until you wither and die.
Then the wings will start spreading,
And they'll be yours, don't you see?
You won't need this glamour
You'll just need to be.
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Lord.
Lord, your servant is calling.
Lord.
Lord, your servant is calling.
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Keep dancing girl,
Girl, don't you see?
When it comes to God,
You just need to be.
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