Category: AI

From hills of Virginia, to landscapes far and wide, Stood a man, General Lee, in history’s endless tide. His spirit, like the Shenandoah, deep, steady in its flow, In the heart of the Confederacy, his presence was aglow.

General Robert E Lee, a man of honor, truth, Raised his sword in troubled times, in the vigor of his youth. In uniform of grey, beneath the Southern Sun, A legend was written, a tale of battles won.

He bore the burden of a nation, torn in grievous strife, A land divided, brother against brother, the cost of human life. Yet in the heart of conflict, amidst the cannon’s roar, He sought for peace and unity, a nation to restore.

Underneath the stars and bars, his horse, Traveler, he’d ride, Against the odds, he led his troops, with dignity and pride. His strategies, like the eagle’s flight, so swift and ever high, Chasing the horizon’s light, beneath the smoke-filled sky.

“Press on,” he said, with conviction strong, a warrior undeterred, In fields of Antietam, Gettysburg, his voice, it echoed, heard. With courage clad, he took his stand, in the face of fear and dread, Honor bound, on sacred land, where brave men’s feet have tread.

Yet Robert E Lee, the General, the man, Beyond the battlefield, he had a greater plan. A symbol of reconciliation, after the war was done, For a nation torn asunder, healing had begun.

From Lexington’s chapel, to the fields of Arlington, His legacy persists, his memory marches … Read the rest

(Verse 1)
There is a house in New Jerusalem
They call the House of Grace,
And it’s been the salvation of many a poor soul,
And God, I know I’m one.

(Verse 2)
My mother was a faithful woman,
She sewed my new blue jeans,
My father was a preacher man,
In the valley of the redeemed.

(Verse 3)
Oh mother, tell your children,
Not to do as I have done,
Don’t spend your life in sin and strife,
Find peace in the House of the Son.

(Verse 4)
I’ve got one foot on the narrow path,
The other on the golden shore,
I’m going back to New Jerusalem,
To be lost in sin no more.

(Chorus)
So children, heed the warning,
Before you’re undone,
Surrender your hearts, not to worldly parts,
But to the House of the Rising Son.

(Verse 5)
In the House of the Rising Son,
There’s prayer and hymn and song,
They’re singing about a new day dawning,
Where the righteous belong.

(Verse 6)
The house is bright, in endless light,
It stands on holy ground,
There is peace and joy, for every girl and boy,
In the house where love is found.

(Chorus)
So mothers, tell your children,
The journey’s just begun,
To find their home, where they’ll never be alone,
In the House of the Rising Son.

(Outro)
I’m going back to find redemption,
With a heart that’s tried and true,
I’m heading for the House of Grace,
Oh, God, I know I’m coming … Read the rest

Once upon a kingdom’s crest, reigned a king deemed as the best,
His name was Saul, strong and tall, in his youth, he dwarfed them all.
Strength in heart, a towering might, his command, a beacon of light.
Yet in time, his reign did wane, swept by ambition’s ceaseless rain.

He was the first to wear the crown,
A shepherd’s boy in Bethlehem’s town.
Anointed by the prophet’s hand,
He rose to rule the promised land.
With courage fierce and eyes so bright,
He led his people through the night.

Mighty Saul, once powerful, held the world within his pull,
In battle’s clamor, swift and cruel, he was never the fool.
He vanquished foes, in God’s own name, earned undying fame,
Yet from such heights, one can but fall, thus began the downfall of Saul.

Haunted now by God’s rejection, plagued by a ghostly reflection,
He sought the Witch of Endor’s direction, in dire desperation.
Shadows danced in his troubled mind, once clear, now confined,
His glory days far behind, in his heart, peace he couldn’t find.

From a king, to a hunted man, hounded across the desert’s span,
David’s rise marked his ban, a destiny no one can withstand.
Hounded by guilt, by fear, by strife, hunted, was the king’s life,
Once a ruler, sharp as a knife, now just a man in endless strife.

King Saul, once high and mighty, now wanders under the night’s treaty,
A monument to mortal frailty, a testament to God’s reality.
In caverns … Read the rest