Fallen yet behold
Truth is yet untold
The spoken word that wasn't heard
Is soon to be fortold.
Crying out because of pain
The sin upon the soul like stain
To deny the hidden word
Through closed ears they have not heard.
For whom of us shall hear the whisper
Of the soul that let's us falter
Calling to us when we whimper
Limping off in quiet saunter.
As we hide we close our eyes
Mask ourselves in sullen cries.
But there is glory yet to be
Praying now on bended knee.
For all that know that fear's a lie
And all that know we never die
No longer can the anger win
When open to the self within.
Then glory be to one and all
Who hear the angels when they call
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