Faith's Lament
She said it wasn’t real, what He feels, but it was.
There are judges who introduce you to trials, before you can call it a day.
She walks in the House of the Lord, but she seems to have lost her way.
My feet walk beside this child;
My Hand calms the wild sea
--- if she thinks she’s alone and abandoned,
then I guess she doesn’t know Me!
So, blind one, find Me, bind Me, take Me into your soul,
and I will lead you on to Victory;
Your heart will reach its desired goal.
Channelled by K. Morris
from Jacob,
Delta Eight 8/20/00
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©amorphophallustitanum

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