Two trees one of life
One of dualism, ethics and death conquered
Last tree stands eternal life

Shane Anderson / 2013

You may critique the art I share
But ne’er you touch the heart I bare

My cheek you strike or shoulder shove
You shall not quench unfailing love

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Shane Anderson / Copyright 2005

Verse

Your kingdom come, your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Father, we pray to You today,
Come and let the Son reign!
And so we bring to You this offering
Your Word we obey
A sacrifice of living stones
Gathered in Your name

There is no greater love than Yours for man
Our security and freedom are in Your hands
There is no greater love than Yours for man
Our security and freedom are in Your hands

Chorus

We’re building on the Rock
He’s a sure foundation
A holy nation, no weapon formed against us shall stand
We’re building our home, not with wood and stubble
That will turn to rubble, like a house on the sand

We’re building on the Rock, a sure foundation
A holy nation; Forever we’ll reign with Him
We’re making our abode with the One who loves us
And paid the debt for us; Now we walk with freedom to save
We’re building on the rock!

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O child, of earthly suffering

Weep no longer in your pain

Today we make this offering

As saints we cry new rain

The Father waits with kindness

He to dry your tear-stained eyes

Tomorrow yields a life reborn

Of the River Paradise

You are December’s new moon shining
Olive’s autumn harvest in the city of Jerusalem
Rembrandt’s brush on the canvas of my soul
A soothing balm in the hands of the Great Physician

You are daybreak’s fragrant coffee’s warmth
Oil falling down upon my beard
Rhythm beats moving children to dance
A cathedral filled with songs in a strange land

You are David’s minstrel harp soothing a troubled king
Olympias guarded by the warriors of Alex
Regal and eternity shall be your age
A temple and me your broken sacraments

You are filled with solemn chambers divinity hidden

And I know you, Hallelujah!

Copyright 2005

Dedicated to my wife, Jessica Anderson, who has been used by the hand of God to bring healing and wholeness to my life.

O, what a mess!
Stains of turpentine compounds
And a tang of inhumane chemicals and masculine sweat
Mingled in a sultry workroom

Legends eclipse and fade
Temperance wanting
A humor so infernal it stings like bees
Walls set ablaze with things spoken

But I relished the fresh nativities
Offspring of his fertile imagination
And the motif of turmoil and raw energy
Pour forth colors so warm a blind man can feel them

He taught us his craft
In life and death, a legacy was born and put to rest
And in the darkness of the ground, a seed was born
Til dawn broke forth like spring

Reality was made clear
As hidden treasures were found
Laying in the shadows of his workmanship and
Like dew upon the meadows, we wept tears of joy

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Shane Anderson / Copyright 2005

Was riding in my car all the way to work
Thinking of the man, feeling like a jerk

Nothing I’ve become was dreamt up in my youth
Lofty goals I had, a hunger in my tooth

When did I get sold and how much was I worth
Tell me this was not the dream you had for me at birth

Today I made a buck but now my tank is dry
Gotta find some petroline, prices gettin high

Every day a dollar, landlord’s asking two
Sixteen tons in days of old, now it’s thirty-two

Roundup’s in our produce to help make fast-food quick,
They DDT’d my BLT, now the cancer’s thick

Nah, I don’t have cancer, but the doctor sent the bill
Told him that I couldn’t pay, now the tax-man’s ill

Tax-man came a-knocking, stuck a needle in his eye
Promised that In God We Trust, he’d collect when I die

Now I’m digging grave-holes, mending fences ain’t the same
Grim Reaper’s plenty friendly, Hell, the man don’t know my name!

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Shane Anderson / Copyright 2005