| The Still Waters | 
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| From time to time we hear the voice
| Which claims that all is well. "My kingdom is forever here; Within its heart you dwell." The fire of this strange message
| Warms our soul, to banish fear. We feel a power invisible; We sense a great love near. A Love divine that could not curse
| The children of its Soul. A power that holds us in that Life, Which keeps us safe and whole. For one sweet moment, Spirit's realm
| does in our sleep unfold. That moment can be long enough, To test what we've been told. For that which is called satan,
| Firmly holds us with its lies Of good and evil powers which, Before God's throne arise. And like the prodigal, who
| In forgetfulness did fear, (Could not remember whose he was, Nor see his home from here) We too, in consciousness, have left
| Our true reality; Where Spirit's love and law upholds, Each one, eternally. |