I cannot be without you
HE is in me
I was drinking black and white water
they gave me, so as not to get caught
I cried
They held a gun to my head
My father would rather be better off dead
than kill me by destruction
The mass is in tatters
Its remnants remain
like shattered victims
on the floor
Open the door
and let them out of My house
where (and when) they are being
imprisoned
I will see and feed them
in the hills
(Oh, my Sweet Jesus, how I love you!)
make amends with the sinners
after they have fallen from My Grace,
and give them drink
from Celestial waters
It’s important you understand the plan
(not yours, not mine)
As it was in the beginning
Is now
And ever shall be
The plan of My Father
In Heaven
For random valleys
hurt the meadows
that they grow in
and towns and cities
cannot be built on ice
Flowers grow (and blossom)
where they are planted
The shores will eat them up
if left alone
The mountains are high
close to My Heart
Wild and Free
Like the back of my hand
Which would not harm
Its servants
Go
Your hour is here
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 