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Works | Series 1-Quest To Be Whole | Album 12-One |
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Song 4 | Nothing Short of Eden |
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© May 11, 2011, Roy Stucky
The mirth of the world doesn't reach deep within.
The eyes that I look through are tinted by sin.
I know how to laugh but I hold a reserve.
I long for rewards I in no wise deserve.
I hunger for the fruit of the life-giving tree.
Nothing short of Eden will satisfy me.
Until then I exist here as God's refugee.
Nothing short of Eden can satisfy me.
A sword made of flame still forbids the way home.
It turns to oppose me in dreams.
This child of an exile is destined to roam
Until this possession's redeemed.
I hunger for the fruit of the life-giving tree.
Nothing short of Eden will satisfy me.
Until then I exist here as God's refugee.
Nothing short of Eden can satisfy me.
| Description | Quotes | Music | Video | Equipment | History | Notes | Comments | BUY |
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Song 4 | Nothing Short of Eden |
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Works | Series 1-Quest To Be Whole | Album 12-One |