through my ancestors you are impure and the day that was taken away from here long ago. you seek out forgiveness but can not hurt your own. the day is new and the morning has come to arise from the burning sun and the times that you hear me sing will be times that i will ring the times that i will ring.
heaven was small and i had it in hand and in the DARKNESS OF MY HAND, i had a cottonwood tree seed that would entangle life on a planet or another uncreated world that could not be seen until i opened my hand and there the light within had shown darkness darker and lonely. then i saw her in all Her apparel and i fell in love for the first time in the dark of the night when she was there looking for Me.
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