And the angel of the lord led me
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Into the belly of the holy mother
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A chamber black as pitch
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But I felt no fear, only comfort,
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For I was as a child in the womb
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And she bade me
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"Peer through yonder portal
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Which looked upon the heavens,
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And behold! a mournin' angel"
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon,
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Her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way
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And on yonder wall she traced for me a path
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Which led me five directions, eight winters to east,
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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And behold!
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As my feet landed firmly
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Upon the vital winter of the second score
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There appeared before me a heavenly star
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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A holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath
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And she spoke unto me saying
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"Fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below
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For change is what we are, my child.
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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Righteous are those
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Who look up and sway with the wind,
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Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
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Who swim with the movement of the tides
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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Who seek the truth around them
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And discover that we are,
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And have always been, in paradise.
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The reflections of heaven on earth."
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Amen!'
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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And she spoke again saying
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"Know, my child,
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That there is no devil seekin'
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To cause guilt in the hearts to men.
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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No evil, save blind faith, ignorance,
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And the desire for the unprepared
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To blame others for the devastation
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Left in the wake of change
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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Change, my child
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Change is in the heavens
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Change is on this earth
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Change is all around us
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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And if we
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Are reflections of the divine
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We must roll with these changes,
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For we are these changes.
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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Eyes wide open,
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We must look upon
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The heavens as a mirror.
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Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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And when the ship comes down, my child,
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You will be there,
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A true and holy survivor
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To inherit the kingdom of God.
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(Hal-le-lu-jah!)
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You will rise above the grumbles of the unprepared
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To greet the new day,
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To drink from the sweet fruit of the vine,
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The water of life, the blood of the risen Christ, my child."
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(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)
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"Go now, son,
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Tell them all.
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The ignorant, the blind paw of dogma,
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Blinded by faith, the doubters, the nay sayers.
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(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)
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Tell them all, child,
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They cannot see
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The kingdom of God,
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They cannot see paradise
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Unfold before them
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(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)
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They cannot drink
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From the chalice
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Which holds the blood of Christ,
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The water of life,
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Until they get right with Jesus.
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(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)
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Until they get right with Jesus.
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It's always gonna be
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Sour grapes with you, boy,
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Until you get right with Jesus.
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Amen!"
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(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)
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Sour Grapes (Late For Dinner Mix)
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Puscifer |