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Bowing humbly, before "The Father of Light!"
That I could gather in, the four corners of the earths wind
To spread them out as a garment, before their vision
As the stars within the firmament, across the night skies
Transcending, this place and time....
These billowing clouds, that have showered these eyes!
While I stand upon eternities edge
Looking across this chasm, and down, into the valley below
The piteous pangs of reverberating echoes, wistfully crying
Pleading with Heavens, heart and soul
To release their spirits, from this anguish inside
This house of torment, that has marked their lives....
My outstretched hands, beckoning to the four winds
To gather them in, before the end of days, forever arrives?
My moment, my existence, my breath and my life
Standing, with "Jesus Christ!"
Speaking of tales, into my soul which has crossed
Long ago, this barrier of flesh and bone....
Nothing has changed-it has always been the same
From the days of Cain, unto this moments final edge
Where upon We now stand, facing this wall of tumultuous tides
Blackened curtains, of darkness' forever veiled desires
Permeating, with showers of lightning, amid their approaching plight....
While the 'Children of Promise,' longingly await
These forever breakings, of histories fetters and chains
That have shackled their souls, unto the thorns of fate?
'Heavens Mighty Angels,' forever closing, 'This Book'
That has dissolved within my hands
As the 'Sprinkling of Blood,' trickled, upon my opened palms....
Above this valley, these outstretched arms, 'Nailed to "The Cross"'
Standing with "Christ," and the 'Prophets of "Light!"'
The 'Children of Tomorrow,' now, gathering in these four winds
From the corners of this place-to cast them into their eyes
The eye of the storm, that lies ahead....
Forever extinguishing its fire, within its smoldering ashes, of smoke
Which shall never henceforth, ever, rise again!?
As "The Precious Blood," trickles upon the valley
Of times endless sea of "Souls"
Echoing no more, with sounds of sorrow-'Paradise Restored'
In "The Land of The Living"....
To cast 'This Spear,' into the heart of the shadows, darkened demise!
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                                     {"Bright Light"}
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