Abba how can we be consoled when humanity walks towards its own self-destruction? How much longer can we carry their sorrows in our hearts to consume pain and suffering in our love?
You send me Angels that think they know better than you, Oh, there is so few that truly understand you and your ways and what you say.
We showed them true compassionate action, mercy and love, your white dove. We showed them your swan of grace, dignity and honor of you. It is clear that the sheep are not ready to let go of their fleece, it will reveal the meat of who they truly are and that they are not on par.
Nor did they handle the cue to pop the shot to ensure that there is food in every cot. We cooked the pot Abba as you asked us to do, with the food and pearl barley and the rest of the stew.
While the crew gather themselves we are ringing your bell, with every eclipse. Saturn transits and new discoveries of new planets. Every word you say we do tell.
You give me "PANETS', panets of fruit good for you, weight for two.
OK, I will wait a little longer, I walked the extra mile for you, now I trust you that you will tame the children to respect you in their love for you.
Friday, 19 November 2010
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