Strategies

Where are the strategies hidden within 

To heal the mind and body 

And rid us of sin

Fastened as nails by the masters of assemblies 

Can not be undone by the contemporary 

There is a hill with very fertile ground 

Ready, he scatters his seed around 

I am sort of them that ask not for me 

By them that sort me not am I found 

Behold! Behold!

I cried out to them night and day 

But they despised my prophets 

From them they turned away 

Tell me smooth things my ears are all ablaze 

My people are rebellious from those I turn away 

But to all my beloved 

Of joyful open heart 

The contrite I revive 

Strategic from the start.