Evening HARD AS HELL VERSION

A Male & Female singer song writer, piano chop sticks back and forth

[VERSE 2]
Tell me where my husband man has gone,
The napkin folded, He ate, He eats, good to eat like a ma,
And the man does stand.
Do not arise me again until my lover is full in His glory,
Given by GOD who shares His glory, no, not with none.
The bride in her youth — none the world can move her
From what He is; she knows it's truth.

[CHORUS]
These thoughts of mine are hard as hell,
Truly they are hard as hell,
Death says it's won, the grave is shouting out,
Boasting victory, hell hath won —
But not against my thoughts, hard as hell,
They do war on.
He is alive, He was laid down,
But the tomb is empty and He is not around.
VERSE 3
Her mother's love has just grown cold, she say to mother you're just old,
No matter the warning of the bitter eating that book will become,
He is young, he is male, he is stupid, selfish — you are blinded by things you feel.
Hear your mother, hear her now.
But she will not hear her, for she knows Him —
The Shepherd, the Voice, the Amen, the only one to chase.
Father speaks stern, maybe even take hand to bruise,
So he may answer his LORD: he did all that could be done.

[OUTRO]
A word is better than a gift,
For the dew on the grass is sweet in youth with sheep who lay down by the streams,
But dry up — the sun does it dry up,
Leaving for the man only the Word,
Making it better than the gift.
For we know the Word of the LORD endures forever upon this earth,
For it still hasn't moved yet.

CHORUS
These thoughts of mine are hard as hell,
Truly they are hard as hell,
Death says it's won, the grave is shouting out,
Boasting victory, hell hath won —
But not against my thoughts, hard as hell,
They do war on.
He is alive, He was laid down,
But the tomb is empty and He is not around.

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[VERSE 1] She the evening, every and each a pearl, I made myself the sun, so to then the moon, Dust — and it does move. Rose up but never above the footstool of His throne, My mother truly is the queen sat at His right hand, I am not crowned, no Solomon, no David around, Rather Philistine nation, the guard fallen down. Poorest, more blessed — not seeing it yet, A man child, not yet son of man, dead to self, alive to Him. [CHORUS] These thoughts of mine are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell, Death says it's won, the grave is shouting out, Boasting victory, hell hath won — But not against my thoughts, hard as hell, They do war on. He is alive, He was laid down, But the tomb is empty and He is not around. [VERSE 2] Tell me where my husband man has gone, The napkin folded, He ate, He eats, good to eat like a ma, And the man does stand. Do not arise me again until my lover is full in His glory, Given by GOD who shares His glory, no, not with none. The bride in her youth — none the world can move her From what He is; she knows it's truth. [CHORUS] These thoughts of mine are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell, Death says it's won, the grave is shouting out, Boasting victory, hell hath won — But not against my thoughts, hard as hell, They do war on. He is alive, He was laid down, But the tomb is empty and He is not around. VERSE 3 Her mother's love has just grown cold, she say to mother you're just old, No matter the warning of the bitter eating that book will become, He is young, he is male, he is stupid, selfish — you are blinded by things you feel. Hear your mother, hear her now. But she will not hear her, for she knows Him — The Shepherd, the Voice, the Amen, the only one to chase. Father speaks stern, maybe even take hand to bruise, So he may answer his LORD: he did all that could be done. [OUTRO] A word is better than a gift, For the dew on the grass is sweet in youth with sheep who lay down by the streams, But dry up — the sun does it dry up, Leaving for the man only the Word, Making it better than the gift. For we know the Word of the LORD endures forever upon this earth, For it still hasn't moved yet. CHORUS These thoughts of mine are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell, Death says it's won, the grave is shouting out, Boasting victory, hell hath won — But not against my thoughts, hard as hell, They do war on. He is alive, He was laid down, But the tomb is empty and He is not around.

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