So how do you cram in just everything- everything that you’ve been feeling for your whole life? How stories have defined you and defined who you are and helped you move along toward all of this? Well I guess we’re about to find out! This is Joshua David Ling - Rhyme And Space - This is The Inquisition Of The Mission - Let’s Hit it! They’re been a lot of people tryin’ to define My place inside this combination of space and time. I tend to use rhyme as my tales unfold But I’m sure you were told, That I am not of old Oh no! The Celtic Bards have past, So has William Shakespeare, No bards have last-ed So you need not fear. I’m not a minstrel of entertainment only, No lute in my hand, No tights, no phoney balogna. “Poets” might fit but I don’t think so. This world is full of poets but you wouldn’t know it. Oh no. From Dickinson to Whitman - Frost to Poe. To those beatnick spoken word types who got no flow. That ain’t me! I put on a whole lot more of a show! My feelings live on my sleeve but my heart don’t bleed yo! And this has been the tale since my story began, My style never seems to fit within the span Of styles and professions this world has to offer And this tends… To be a bother. I’m not a Prophet or a Preacher A teller or a teacher I’m not a sage, wordsmith novelist or wizard. I’m not a parabler, a scholar, or some kind of book lizard. I’m No narrator or fabler But I’m trying to get stabler Not a hymnist or a psalmist Tryin’ to define what all this is! God what am I? I’ve written and revised, I’ve filmed and despised I’ve edited, reddited, educated But it’s still lies! I’ve made reels and waves and content galore, But God almighty, what’s it all there for?! Why have you given me this vast inspiration and a nation That is going hungry? What is it you call me to, what is this passion that you’ve Given me ever since the day I was born Tell me, what’s it for!? What’s it for!?!? Be Still and know The Lord is on our side.

In your book you tell me that, If I seek your Kingdom, you’ll give back. I seek your word every single day And I believe you’re with me all the way. The heart is wicked and deceitful But not so if you’re people’s steeple Is rooted only in your word, The desires you give us have a reason to occur. I miss this feeling that you give The feeling that you make me live Every single time I take a mic And spit these lyrics, and call to fight. The battles of my fairy tales And inspire folks across the gales Of wind and time and folklore Lord And drive The Evil One from The (bored/board). If you are eminent within Every single stitch of this world’s skin If you’re the one who sent rainbows And saved us with that Crimson flow Then maybe you’re an artist too Who created this world - It’s greens and blues Who created rhythm, rhyme, and sound, Who created order structure all around, Who told us tales and wrote them down, The story of YOU is what I’ve found In your word and in your life, Lord help me to be strong and take this advice, Ever since I was a little boy I loved and honored you, Lord. Ever since I was a little boy fairy tales left me floored. They teach me dragons can be beat And they point me back to The Word. And I know to must this sounds absurd, It must sound absurd... But guess what? So does your word! In Numbers you spoke through the mouth of an ass. Speak through this scared little boy in a Manner crass. Use the foolish things of the world to bring you glory! Help me to be one who not only tells stories But illustrates with the power of Rhyme And Space Not novels or movies. Not at the World’s pace. You’ve given me a talent and a drive. Please help me to survive and thrive. So in closing, I guess this is how I define My place inside this combination of space and time. At least for now, though I’m a shifting planet. Lord make me solid as granite. I’m a lyrical emissary who speaks out tales I’m a Story-Warrior and I will not fail. If God builds this house, It will not fall or be replaced. Welcome to the magical world of Rhyme And Space. Thanks to my family. Thanks to my wife Kay Cee. Thanks to Pastor Joe. This ain’t no death rattle no-mo. Check us out at Rhymeandspace.com Seriously, I’ve got like a million stories there. Until next time… Have a safe ride Rhyme And Space Cadets. Joshua David Ling out. *Howls* Our God is so big! So strong and so mighty! There’s nothing our God cannot do! *2 Snaps*

Chorus: False Kings will quake, And Tyranny break. And the High King will return. Like a bright shining sun Victory will be won. And the High King will return. No matter the cost- No matter the wait- We'll endure in the woods And we'll sing our magnificent King Sir Wolf's Bane he slayed wolf Maugrim. The Battle of Beruna he won. He drove back the giants in Northern Mounains And vanished in the great Western sun. Some say he'll return to Narnia And once more, set everything right. Over all Kings but one, High King Peter will run With the banner of Truth and of Light. Chorus King Peter will not come alone. No! King Edmund The Just's on his side! Queen Susan Genteel and with nerves of forged steel Queen Lucy the Valiant Will ride. Two sons and two daughters of Adam Two sons and two daughters of Eve. To Cair Paravel they fought and prevailed, And to this royal hope we must cleave. Chorus Do not think we trust in man only. For Adam's blood is not our might! There's only one name, He's the reason they came. He's Aslan The Lion of Light. And he'll put all our foes to flight! And No one can match his might. And Peter grows stronger... In his sight... Chorus We'll sing our magnificent King We'll sing our magnificent King

Through Thorn and curse We have traversed But we've come safely through! This year done God is Sovereign There's nothing he can't do. Bravely and bold It's been foretold He'll bring us victory! The gates of Hell Will feel the swell Of hymns sung faithfully. For Auld Lang Syne We sing of times Great days amid the curse But greater years Are drawing near. New heaven and new earth. So pain and loss They'll never cost More than our saviour paid. Go forth this year In praise and cheer This is the year He's made. One day closer One month closer One year closer to Christ! When his full reign Will be sustained This darkness turned to light.

That means listen up. I am packing lyrics and rhymes Drums, pipes, whistles and synths To bring you incredible tales Of Heroes, legends and myths. Vegging out on your couch What's your heart screaming for? Is it really that season Of the office just once more? Or are you ready to hear- (Yeah!) Are you ready to see- (Yeah!) What a modern day bardic experience can be? I'm talkin' superheroes, dragons, Fairy tales and space wars I'm talkin stories that will challenge you And rock you to your core So if you're ready to listen And to hear me sing Let me introduce myself... Joshua David Ling.

In the midst of a war for our freedoms and rights- For the conscience of man and pursuit of our happ'ness Continental men sought for release of their friends. So they chose them a man to negotiate releases. It was Francis Scott Key who would take up this deed And barter prisoners so their men would be freed, For no Continental should despair or cave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. So onto the ships in the harbor, he went And amicable was their negotiations. One man for one man, was the deal that they struck. And he told the prisoners they'd return to their station. But the captain informed Francis of the great storm The armada of Britain soon would be born Over the harbor to fight and break O’er The land of the free and the home of the brave. “But the fort that you sack-” Francis then did protest “Has few soldiers there. It is mostly civilians!” But on deaf ears this fell. The siege it was set Relentless attacks would befall that pavilion ‘Til lowered by guards were the stripes and the stars Or all of the soldiers laid in their graveyard So Francis told all of the prisoners to pray For the land of the free and the home of the brave. The fight had begun, in the midst of the night With minimal warning or real preparation. Francis watched from the ship staying close to his men And relaying all sights by his own observation Then by candlelight, and the roar of the fight He penned out a poem that millions recite And here are the words he wrote and portrayed O’er The land of The free and the home of the brave. O say can you see by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave? And while in the night, the dark brooding bombast Let up very little against the Americans. Francis quietly prayed, as did all of the troops Deep inside of the ship, they lifted petitions Then Francis he heard, the cannoneer’s words Train all their dread fire, on the flag. They concurred. And they prayed that the star spangled banner yet waved O’er the land of The free and the home of the brave. Many sing this anthem but do not know the tale, They do not know the dark, the unsettling suspension As Francis Scott Key and his prisoner soldiers Waited hoping that God, would give them attention Then the red light of dawn, it grew slowly warm On horror? Or victory? Would the sun’s light be drawn? And In Francis’s words, now hear what he gazed O’er The land of The free and the home of the brave. On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: ‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. On return to the fort, the men all rejoiced But worried for that which the war had took from them. Midst the joy and the hope, Francis saw a great sight In full glory of daylight that eased trepidation The flag It stood tall, o’er The top of the wall, Tattered and crooked, but seen by them all And a third verse to his poem, he wrote and portrayed O’er The Land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion, A home and a country, should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And what did they see when they entered those walls? A bloodied and broke but unbowed populace. And hundreds of dead strewn as seed by the shock Their echoing cries, freely go down to abyss But beneath the flagpole, laid a mountain of souls Who held up their hopes, and refused to let go. For no bloody tyrant should ever hold sway O'er The Land of the Free and the home of the brave. Should the deeds by these men be lost due to time? Should the valor and cunning God produced in great droves Be held in some case in a museum's walls? Or should echo the cries of those men in our throats? There's only one King over all Earth we sing! And His name is Christ and forever he'll reign. And the fourth verse from Francis this truth does purvey For the Land of the Free and the home of the brave. O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war’s desolation. Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.” And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave

There is an island of misfit toys, A place where all toys can go, If they’re broken or bizarre or just unwanted, Or left out in the cold snow. At least, there WAS an island of misfit toys, It’s hard to even see it currently. It’s polluted with plastic and oil and more. And dying from resource scarcity. It’s overpopulated with toys no one wants, Who act and behave very cruel. Who fight and destroy and point fingers of blame. And then act like they’re all very cool. How did this island that once did shine, Become such a toil and mess? Did we just plan it all wrong? Can this problem be solved, With pious self-righteousness? The Island Of misfit toys has many ills, But one stands above the rest. There are too few children for the misfit toys, To provide homes in their toy chests. Abortion has killed them, Adults don’t want them. Their future and homes they do spurn. And the only hope for the Island Of misfit toys, Is for people from sin to turn.

I travelled so far, to see you. Went out of my way to meet you. Spent all of sweat for you too, I have no regrets, except when you Told me but didn't, Why it couldn't be. Your vagueness it boggles The mind inside me. You said, Nothing made sense, Nothing was right, Darlin' I just want to hold you tonight. Why is it wrong? Tell me why is it strange? Please tell me so I can make a change. Even though it's all gone now, I'm left asking why, With no answers, I look to the sky. I'm left with these questions. I can't get- The answers at all, cause you left. And now I'm alone, and you're set, Against seeing me, since we met. Told me but didn't, Why it couldn't be. Your vagueness it boggles The mind inside me. You said, Nothing made sense, Nothing was right, Darlin' I just want to hold you tonight. Why is it wrong? Tell me why is it strange? Please tell me so I can make a change. Even though it's all gone now, I'm left asking why, With no answers, I look to the sky. I fought for you, bled for you, now it's all wrong? And I'm left here singing this stupid song? And you could end this agony with one simple choice, To let loose my agony, Let me hear your voice! You said, Nothing made sense, Nothing was right, Darlin' I just want to hold you tonight. Why is it wrong? Tell me why is it strange? Please tell me so I can make a change. Even though it's all gone now, I'm left asking why, With no answers, I look to the sky.

The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His fathers sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. "Land of song!" said the warrior bard, "Though all the world betrays thee, One sword at least thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell! - but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again For he tore is chords asunder; And said "no chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery." The chains upon the people came And they gave away their freedom. No prophets left, they then grew lame They accepted their false kingdom. But one young man saw the minstrel boy And he took up the shredded strings And with great love, remade with joy The sacred tool for truth to sing.

Ancient Spirits Show me my Quest To Fight The War- Win the War To be the very best Nothing can stop me- Will Stop me I am guided along By my brothers long-passed before Who sing me this song I'm a Warrior- Warrior! There's one inside of me I will fight them all- fight them all No they cannot defeat The immovable, Invulnerable- Spirit I have. I will fight them all-fight them all And I will win! On mounds of heroes are written these words "To the last breath we all fought We fought with our swords." The fire was inside of them It was never quenched. It was passed along to me and now Your time is spent! I'm a Warrior- Warrior! There's one inside of me I will fight them all- fight them all No they cannot defeat The immovable, Invulnerable- Spirit I have. I will fight them all-fight them all And I will win! There's no choice A fire rages inside of me! The warrior's heart Sings with glee At the fields of destruction that will be Forever sewn before me! I'm a Warrior- Warrior! There's one inside of me I will fight them all- fight them all No they cannot defeat The immovable, Invulnerable- Spirit I have. I will fight them all-fight them all And I will win!

Everywhere I look The desert stretches on. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. The posse on my tail Is taking their sweet time. And I know it... Gone is my time to shine. Revolver on my hip- Scorched leather on my head- They want me alive. But they'll also take me dead. They want me alive. But they'll also take me dead- Woah Nothing to do But keep marching on My home is a dream now. It's passed away and gone. The only sound I hear 'sides the hooves if this here horse Is that stolen tequila... In my saddle bag of course. Revolver on my hip- Scorched leather on my head- They want me alive. But they'll also take me dead. They want me alive. But they'll also take me dead- Woah