Hidden Treasures

There is a storehouse of creation

that you can't fathom;

wild things are there ready for escapade

Though they stir, stamp, grunt and flap,

their Master keeps them hidden

Not for the faint hearted to tame and ride,

these secrets are locked inside a vault  of the Spirit

Such powers are precious to their Designer;

he won't just share them with anyone

Do you have what it takes to steward these:

the "best saved for last" beasts?

Get ready for the ride of your life

or get out of the way,

cause there's a stampede on the horizon

It's a flood of powers you could never imagine;

the majesty of God is never exhausted

Watch miracles unfold in ways unprecidented

"All aboard!"

(the train is at the station)

Old souls, get off the tracks;

once she sets off, there's no going back!