To My Sleeping Children.
As the sand falls from above, you hold your hand out to catch.
Though your fingers spread wide as the sand slides through to the floor.
This sand is for the clay my children, the clay that will be used to sculpt a example for the nations. Though you still do not clasps tight.
For you lives are lived with sparkeling eyes and mortal men and mortal lies hold tightly as a rope around your lower thy as you attempt to climp - only to fall from the sky.
If you do not cut free from these strains, your lifes will be lived as your parents and their parents untill day meets day. NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE.
So remember my Children, you can only bow to one God and one God alone. Your bondages, spiritual and physical, be no task to great for my glory. Just trust, and let go of the rope that binds.
(If you don't understand this, please ask me. I will explain it into full clarity for whoever NEEDS to hear it!)
Though your fingers spread wide as the sand slides through to the floor.
This sand is for the clay my children, the clay that will be used to sculpt a example for the nations. Though you still do not clasps tight.
For you lives are lived with sparkeling eyes and mortal men and mortal lies hold tightly as a rope around your lower thy as you attempt to climp - only to fall from the sky.
If you do not cut free from these strains, your lifes will be lived as your parents and their parents untill day meets day. NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE.
So remember my Children, you can only bow to one God and one God alone. Your bondages, spiritual and physical, be no task to great for my glory. Just trust, and let go of the rope that binds.
(If you don't understand this, please ask me. I will explain it into full clarity for whoever NEEDS to hear it!)