Tis the Spirit That Quickeneth

But where is He going we can't understand ? While tears of sadness, filled their babies eyes... Quite became the night; precious heart's not knowing Dreams in silence still stirring aside, this breath ? Beauty Walking atop her waters manna from heaven; remembering Unless one eats My flesh as drinks My blood, they have no life in them ? Words.. Deep wellsprings flowing brooks let the dead bury their dead ? Anathema Maranatha.