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A New Faith-Based Novel By

Paul H. Heinsohn

I was alone

With thoughts of my youth

The stain glass it shatters

As I search for truth

Behind the crimson doors

BIO

Paul is an American novelist, songwriter and poet.  A devoted Christian, he melds his faith into his work and takes great liberty in "painting beyond the edges" with words that illuminate his beliefs. His common sense purview of the world along with his every man approach, lends credence to his desire to break down barriers and embrace the diversity of others. 

Paul grew up down the the Jersey Shore, where he continues to reside with his wife and three daughters.

 

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Lyrics

God, Have You Laid Eyes on Me Today?

I was alone

In a crowded room

All fixed up with silver

These golden shoes

Can’t lead me home

Anymore

 

I was the one

Who let you down

More than the sun rises

Like flowers thrown

Against the wind

In a storm

 

Out here in the fields

The concrete jungles

Where words get lost

Praying hands, they fumble

This stiff upper lip, quivers a bit

When I say…

 

“God have you laid eyes on me today?”

Are you here by my side?

Or a million miles away?

“God have you laid eyes on me today?”

 

I was alone

With thoughts of my youth

The stain glass it shatters

As I search for truth

Behind the crimson doors

 

Like a child I awoke

To a choir song

A brilliant revival

Freedom bells are ringing

Is that you Lord?

 

Out here in the fields

The concrete jungles

Where words get lost

Praying hands, they fumble

This stiff upper lip, quivers a bit

When I say…

 

“God have you laid eyes on me today?”

Are you here by my side?

Or a million miles away?

“God have you laid eyes on me today?”

 

Grace, she smiles

In a humble room

Where two or more have gathered in His name

When faith appears again

I am born

 

“God have you laid eyes on me today?”

Are you here by my side?

Or a million miles away?

“God have you laid eyes on me today?”

King Street

Well, these street life companions

They dizzy my head out on King Street

Desperations on the corner

And my brother’s asking

“Where do we go now?”

I’m standing in a doorway

Wide-eyed but never innocent

Out on King Street

With looking glass eyes,

I’m searching for salvation

In your sanctuary smile

 

Landing punches burning bridges

Turning pages, no forgiveness

A liar’s tongue that will keep you in line

With one hand tied behind my back

Nine-inch nails in a paper sack

Somebody better turn this water into wine

 

The shepherd and the sheep

They don’t miss a beat out on King Street

Slam Poets like to criticize

They hypnotize with their rhymes  

The deaf lead the blind

 

 

I’m running for my life with your voice ringing in my ear

Out on King Street

The weight of the world is sitting on my shoulders

But I’m still focused on The Dream

Landing punches burning bridges

Turning pages, no forgiveness

A liar’s tongue that will keep you in line

With one hand tied behind my back

Nine-inch nails in a paper sack

Somebody better turn this water into wine

(Spoken word)

There’s a Cardinal in a burning bush

As I’m falling through the sky

A fatal kiss of indifference

Holy hands kept at my side

This Promised Land

This Jungle Land

This Wasteland of ours

Devours from the inside out

And leaves these permanent scars

Temptation is a mighty sword

But I’m not looking for a fight

I’m just searching for some shelter

With the ghosts that haunt the night

Out here on King Street

Out here on King Street

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