Come crawling faster. Obey your Master. Your life burns faster. Obey your Master. Master!
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings. Twisting your mind, smashing your dreams. Blinded by me, you can't see a thing. Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream. Master! Master! Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream. Master! Master!
Master, Master, where's the dreams that I've been after? Master, Master, you promised only lies. Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter. Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries.
So chaste, so calm, she gave herself To the pleasure of her dreaded master. He sucked the precious drops of life Throughout the long and cold dark night.
I am putting the whole song this time because I love the message. Read and enjoy.
When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad I know it grieved them so to think their only boy was bad
I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well How many times we robbed and plundered, I could never tell This kind of sinful living leads only to a fall I learned that much and more the night I heard my Master call
One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so And started them out on the trail that leads to Mexico But a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout
Then at that moment lightning struck not twenty yards from me And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name
So frightened I was thinking of sinful deeds I'd done I failed to see the thousand head of cattle start to run The cattle they stampeded, were running all around My pony ran but stumbled and it threw me to the ground
I felt the end was near, that death would be the price When a mighty bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ And I cried oh Lord forgive me, don't let it happen now I want to live for you alone, Oh God these words I vow
My wicked past unfolded, I thought of wasted years When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers And the others rushed on by me and I was left to live The Master had a reason, life is his to take or give
A miracle performed that night, I wasn't meant to die The dead ones formed a barricade least six or seven high And right behind it there was I, afraid but safe and sound I cried and begged for mercy kneeling there upon the ground
A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free No more to fear the angry waves upon life's stormy sea Forgiven by the love of God, a love that will remain I gave my life and soul the night the Saviour called my name
Master's Call - Don Edwards, Marty Robbins, and various other artists
Well it was battered and scared, And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while, To waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile, Well it sure ain’t much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it to, Oh, now who’ll start the bid on this old violin? Just one more and we’ll be through.
And then he cried one give me one dollar, Who’ll make it two only two dollars who’ll make it three, Three dollars twice now that’s a good price, Now who’s gonna bid for me? Raise up your hand now don’t wait any longer the auctions about to end, Who’s got four Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?
Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low, From the back of the crowd a gray haired man, Came forward and picked up the bow, He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings, Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing, And then the music stopped and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low he said now what am I bid, For this old violin and he held it up with a bow.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand, Who’ll make it two only two thousand who’ll make it three, Three thousand twice you know that’s a good price, Common who’s gonna to bid for me? And the people cried out what made the change we don’t understand, Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile, It was the touch of the Master’s hand.
You know there's many a man with his life out of tune, Battered and scared with sin and he’s auctioned cheap, To a thankless world much like that old violin, Oh, but then the Master comes, And that old foolish crowd they never understand, The worth of a soul and the change that is rought, Just by one touch of the Masters hand.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand, Who’ll make it two only two thousand who’ll make it three, Three thousand twice you know that’s a good price, Common who’s gonna bid for me? And the people cried out what made the change we don’t understand, Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile, It was the touch, that’s all it was; it was the touch of the Master’s hand, It was the touch of the Master’s hand; oh, it was the touch of the Master’s hand.
Come crawling faster.
ReplyDeleteObey your Master.
Your life burns faster.
Obey your Master.
Master!
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings.
Twisting your mind, smashing your dreams.
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing.
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream.
Master!
Master!
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream.
Master!
Master!
Master, Master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, you promised only lies.
Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter.
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries.
Metallica "Master of Puppets"
So chaste, so calm, she gave herself
ReplyDeleteTo the pleasure of her dreaded master.
He sucked the precious drops of life
Throughout the long and cold dark night.
Song: Nosferatu
Artist: Blue Oyster Cult
I am putting the whole song this time because I love the message. Read and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire
A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire
I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad
I know it grieved them so to think their only boy was bad
I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well
How many times we robbed and plundered, I could never tell
This kind of sinful living leads only to a fall
I learned that much and more the night I heard my Master call
One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so
And started them out on the trail that leads to Mexico
But a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about
I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout
Then at that moment lightning struck not twenty yards from me
And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name
So frightened I was thinking of sinful deeds I'd done
I failed to see the thousand head of cattle start to run
The cattle they stampeded, were running all around
My pony ran but stumbled and it threw me to the ground
I felt the end was near, that death would be the price
When a mighty bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ
And I cried oh Lord forgive me, don't let it happen now
I want to live for you alone, Oh God these words I vow
My wicked past unfolded, I thought of wasted years
When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers
And the others rushed on by me and I was left to live
The Master had a reason, life is his to take or give
A miracle performed that night, I wasn't meant to die
The dead ones formed a barricade least six or seven high
And right behind it there was I, afraid but safe and sound
I cried and begged for mercy kneeling there upon the ground
A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free
No more to fear the angry waves upon life's stormy sea
Forgiven by the love of God, a love that will remain
I gave my life and soul the night the Saviour called my name
Master's Call - Don Edwards, Marty Robbins, and various other artists
Meri,
ReplyDeleteI had never heard that song! I'll have to look it up on youtube to actually hear it. The words are beautiful!
Well it was battered and scared,
ReplyDeleteAnd the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile,
Well it sure ain’t much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it to,
Oh, now who’ll start the bid on this old violin?
Just one more and we’ll be through.
And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Who’ll make it two only two dollars who’ll make it three,
Three dollars twice now that’s a good price,
Now who’s gonna bid for me?
Raise up your hand now don’t wait any longer the auctions about to end,
Who’s got four Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?
Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low,
From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,
Came forward and picked up the bow,
He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings,
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing,
And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low he said now what am I bid,
For this old violin and he held it up with a bow.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who’ll make it two only two thousand who’ll make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that’s a good price,
Common who’s gonna to bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we don’t understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Master’s hand.
You know there's many a man with his life out of tune,
Battered and scared with sin and he’s auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world much like that old violin,
Oh, but then the Master comes,
And that old foolish crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who’ll make it two only two thousand who’ll make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that’s a good price,
Common who’s gonna bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we don’t understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch, that’s all it was; it was the touch of the Master’s hand,
It was the touch of the Master’s hand; oh, it was the touch of the Master’s hand.
Touch of the Master's Hand
Wayne Watson
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