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.
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