Clak, clink, kungf,
And the chains are sprawled down,
Down on the ground,
Shattered and defeated,
Heavy and repeated,
-ly they're broken daily,
All for a wonderful streak,
BC to AD a billion million combo,
That's neat.
How amazing,
Is this chain shaking saviour,
Blood stained maker,
Beautiful creator,
And he will continue tomorrow.

I guess I'm a little late for yesterday,
But I think I'll write a little something just the same,
I had great fun... running amok,
And with some great friends,
The future people of God,
Until today I'll be catching some sleep.

Surge "
The rate of change of acceleration
"

I feel a great surge,
It compels me forward,
It tickles my toes until I jump up,
It guides my hands to act,

To bless and petition,
To hope and intercede.

Whistling winds catch my ears in their melody as I move quicker,
And then at a quicker rate,
And then in a blink I'm moving faster than ever before.

Yet it is not my own power in these wings
Yet it is not my own breath in these lungs,
Yet I am not my own...
No worries, He's a better pilot than I.