I The fearful can give you an earful And do those who chose to be behind So angry out though inside tearful What matters not comes over the mind Even the mind of the mindful too Can become overcome and then some But fear is a lie and love is true Living truly we can overcome By loving us now as how we do Daring to love by caring to live Love is insisting on being who Resists the twists of the negative Funhouse mirrors of fear become clear When we see their lies then with our eyes Open to love and hoping to rise Seeing clearly being now and here Answering the questioning of fear II A big heavy dog being frisky Would seem to be a good thing to me Jumping up and down if heavily Marisol in a good mood like this Being in her way would be risky Though so I stay a little away But seeing how glad she is to be A mood like this is too good to miss Though any day is good anyway Being here now seeing her so free I too am glad to be as I see Marisol in a good mood today III Back in the Bronze Age frustrated old men Not knowing what they could not understand Who thought they should explain it all away Wrote their bitter books they said by the hand Of God which seems odd to me anyway They did this without us having our say Never asked any but wrote many when Should anyone doubt then they would be out Of the tribe because some scribe had no doubt That this was the word of God they had heard And everyone had to do what they said Or if not be stoned until they were dead For this was the law enforced by the awe Of not understanding the wonder of Understanding or the wonder of love Frustrated old men did this to us then Back in the Bronze Age now at it again IV Some say I believe in nothing But I believe in everything All at once on a carousel Never mind forever nor hell As round and round we go I know Here I am now so here I go Living dying rising again Believing then myself now when I am and do as who at the Lancean Specificity Steven Curtis Lance