Wednesday, September 25, 2019

The Indigo Water

I've been tryin' to tell you somethin' 'bout your life
Maybe give us insight between black and white
But the best thing They've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
It's a fun life after all, yeah

Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
We wrap our fear around us like a blanket
Let's sail our ships of safety 'til we sink it
We're crawling on his shores

And I went to the Fathers, I went to the mountains
I looked at the children, I drank from the fountains
There's a new poetic answer to these questions
Straightening the crooked line
And the more we seek the Source for some definitive
The closer we are to find
The closer we are to find
The closer we are to find, yeah

And I went to hear the preacher of theology
With a poster of Isaiah and an astronomy degree
He never did go swimming when he dipped into the sea
His face grew red at villains while smiling right at me

Spent forty years prostrate to that "higher mind"
Tore my paper, now I'm free

I called to the Father, I went to the mountains
I cried for the children, I drank from the fountains
There's a new symphonic answer to these questions
Straightening the crooked line
And the more we seek the Source for some definitive
The closer we are to find
The closer we are to find
The closer we are to find, yeah

Let's call to the Fathers, let's build on the mountains
Just think of the children, and drink from the fountains

"Yeah, we got a new Bible, we go through the work out
We need no more Bible, there's nothing to sing out"

But there's a new melodic answer to these questions
Straightening the crooked line
And the more we seek the Source for some definitive
The closer we are to find
The closer we are to find
The closer we are to find, yeah

Sunday, May 12, 2019

The Day of Mothers

Then they that loved the Lord watched and waited for every communication; the Lord was pleased and gave them signs. And they shall be mine, says the Lord of Hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels. And I will bless them as a woman blesses her own child that loves her. Then shall you return and discern the righteous hearts of those who love her.

For behold, the day comes that shall shine as the moon; and all the humble, yea, and all that do righteously shall glow. And the day that comes shall strengthen and renew, says the Lord of Hosts, that it shall offer them root and branch. And unto you that love me shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in his wings, and you shall go forth and grow up as calves of the stall, says the Lord of Hosts.

Remember my doctrine which I gave unto you in Jerusalem and in Bountiful and in other places you know not. For I am the Lamb of God and I freely give unto the world my book.

Behold, I send again my doctrine in the marvelous and wonderful day of the Lord. And my beloved shall seal the heart of the Mothers to the children and the heart of the children to their Mothers. And Mother Earth shall pour out a blessing so great that the storehouses cannot contain it.

Open, therefore your hearts and live the plain and precious doctrine from the Book of the Lamb. Unto you, my children, will be given root and branch. You will be adopted into the family, and righteousness will be your name.

Saturday, March 9, 2019

The Convention

Come join the party! What's holding you back?
Mortals and angels and even the dead.
The Fountain of Love has declared what we lack
To this generation, so often misled.

Through time we have wrestled and sullied the light,
Dire toxic perceptions concealing our way.
Let us anew build beyond depth or height
The template within which will kindle our day.

No longer with blood need we darken the sword,
Our blessings and gifts we shall freely bestow!
The Sun and the Moon have established His word
And news of relief is beginning to grow.

Return unto Him! (He'll return unto you!)
Open the storehouse to gather your yield!
A marvelous work is about to renew
For great is this moment and white is the field!

The light is obscure; nonetheless, it shall glow!
Through radiant beams, we will enter the gate.
The Lost and the Spiteful will to the world show
That even for them it is never "too late."

No more accusations, no more bitter feuds!
Let all sing along in a fulness of heart!
With blessings of Heaven and all it includes
Comes wondrous gifts which shall never depart!

The Visions have ceased but the song just begun
In this benediction I'll plead once again--
Come sing with the Father! Come sing with the Son!
Come sing with me, Family!

Amen and Amen.

Thursday, March 7, 2019

The Children of the Moon

I am speaking now to You.
Yes, You know who You are.
The Looker, the Watcher, the Wonderer.
Curious at these words, like a child.
Ready to join in the chorus, but You don't know the melody.

Let me teach You a refrain:
It starts with, "I love you, no matter what,"
And, "I will not send you away!"

As the Moon reflects a greater Light,
Let us hearken to the Muse
And joyfully echo Her delightful euphony!
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Send thine hand from above;
Deliver them out of the great waters, lend a hand to the strange children;
Whose mouth has spoken vanity and falsehood, but now have repented.

I have sung a new song unto thee, O God:
Upon a psaltery and an instrument of thirteen strings have I sung praises unto thee.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth his servant from the hurtful sword.

Turn away thy indignation!
Bring no more thy vengeance upon the Lost,
And remember their trespasses no more!

That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth;
That our daughters may be as corner stones,
Polished after the similitude of a palace.

Happy is that people, that is in such a case:
Yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.
Yea, happy is that people who have built their houses upon the Rock.
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Strange as the children's ways may be
I will live thy law and follow Thee.
That the curious top may match the root
Cast not out the strange, wild fruit.

Friday, February 15, 2019

Opposite Day

The Trump is sounding,
The gates of the North release!
A declaration founding
A state of abundance and peace!

Keep watching
Keep listening
The blessings are hastening
All strivings and warfare shall cease!