i am going to butcher these...but there is purpose behind my madness so read between the lines.

the power of darkness comes in like a flood

he's raised up a standard, the power of his blood

take me past the outer courts

into the holy place

past the brazen altar

lift up the standard of triumph and sing

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now...

how dare we? how dare we make demands and have expectations when we forget the very thing that is most important?

and my very soul screams as if it has been ripped apart.

it is not about lessons learned and hard time here, it is not about us at all. transcendence? don't be so naive.

child, raise your head, open your eyes and look up. let the words fall from your clenched lips. do not be so defiant in your stubborn self. would you be so simple minded as to let yourself die of thirst without reaching for the glass? and then, once you are holding the glass, would you refuse to drink of it? and finally...once the water has seeped down your throat and quenched the fire...would you not be thankful for it?

this is not a demand of a jealous and uncaring deity. this is the nature of your creation.

ah! but you stand apart from those? and i say that everyone is put where they are for a purpose, i would not expend time on it if it were not such.

and i do not want to see weeping and sorrow and the bending of knee. i can give comfort at those times, but it is not what is being cried out for.

and this will go unheard, unheeded...nations consumed with blood and greed...people with shrivelled souls...it is known.

and it is not too late for the awakening. there is time yet, and i keep allowing more. but the voices are not being raised, the hands are stayed, and i am a faceless father.

there are those who do not know of peace. who have never felt the overwhelming covering of me. and it is there but to ask. ah, but to ask. and it will pass, i will allow it to pass...

because people are so caught up in themselves and the tiny burdens they carry that they cannot find the time to be thankful. it is what is asked. read again. that is what it is all about.

healer, heal thyself. farmer, heal thyself. powers beyond this world belong to you if you open your heart in praise. exalt me as i have exalted thee.

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