Who's this spirit of confusion
Messing with the kind
Did I see or was it an illusion?
Doubt attacks my mind..
Bring me back to peaceful waters
There within your flow
Calm the storm
Bring new birth
Treasures from within
You I know have all the answers
So where do I begin?
As dogs surrounded me, you were still my song...
Through sickness, and health: trouble, and strife: you didn't forsake me.
You married for life.
If I have gone whoring: or haven't felt my shame
My pleasure and my calling, to you would be vain.
So I write, to give you my heart.
Let clarity return
And confusion depart.
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A confession and declaration both rolled into one. Very nicely done
Their name is Subtle and they are Legion… not counting their wayward minions… the plea for peaceful waters is an urgent and commendable one… by them we thrive and are healed. 🙏🏻🕊
And of the angels he saith, Who maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire.
And of the fallen third that minister otherwise, a grand showdown, had they knees would be bowed as well… in due time.
It's interesting times.
All along the watchtower, there's to much confusion.
I suppose that’s why there is that “pray” part in “watch and pray” a real faith bender of an Age.
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