Don't push

Don't push.

Did I hear him say?

Truth calls, it has a way. 

To some foolishness, a rock of offence.

Others have a bob each way, and sit upon the fence.

Manifest power

Truth in the lines

Restoring

What was

Mine...

The simple lead the way: children their oppressors; all have gone astray. 

Is there a time, when all the blind, have the scales fall from their eyes?

To see that one, has come, and come, in all of his disguises.

The heart is desperately wicked; searching for a home: but what has been delivered,  has left us rather cold..

Where are the days of glory, when man worshipped, it went up to the throne!

Where is the joy, in mourning? 

Hardly a story: the heart has found a home.

Raiders! Infiltrators!

Who can clean them out?

The Spirit does the brawling. 

Don't push,

I'll sort it out.