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True Hearts Embrace

Graeme Whitmeyer

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For in the draft of darkness

Light should find its way to shine

The broadcast is that we should stay

     "ourselves" for fear of trust

And by my trust I do but speak

With Heart not heavy mind

What sadness befalls man indoors

Kept to false promise of safety?

To loathe waking hour

     Glad not at his daily aim

Nor have he blessings toward his house

    Which in he takes his promised claim

I speak now!!!

Far and wide and cast abroad

I trust protection, asking God

How else to mingle? Impress? Prod?

Provided by Spirit Within, Learn

     And Lesson, lose and win, grin…

No folly by the road of Truth!

Will we go if robbed by thought of

    where or when our road will end?

Shall we yet sit down and sob over

     Our thoughts of how we've been?

How else forth carry yawn of soul

Bring the beckoned yurning grace

To rise into that road of goal

We roll as far as we give roll

Give the gift unto our ears

Releasing all our fears

Ready are we to hear

At attention, bored to tears

A message of behind the scenes

The hidden way, the in between

What's happened to us scares some

Others hide to drink their rum

We stay!!!

As constant as change itself is sure

Labor will we, destiny pure

Construct the city known of old

With treasures valued more than gold

Nothing for the fearful man

Try as he might see them not he can

Values which surpass his span

Gains not he the fruit of plan

Lend to percision gentle fate

We're lost without you Gateless Gate

Help us with this task Create

A realm of Peace, cooperate

Great!!!

A cry not fallen on "deaf ears"

Recognition to all

A grand recollection of many years

Glory thereafter every fall

Sweet memory serene

Is it not enough to tease?

To sqeeze the very juice of hope?

Every last drop as you please?

A plan not unknown

A seed of wealth in learning grown

A surprise in no surprizes

To see the sun as no sun shown

To quest in stride to brave new dawn

Rest in courage spine shield drawn

Victor be the brain not brawn

War: Ascension—Sacred fawn

Realize the seas with me, O,

Replenishing Breath of Ocean Wave

Subdue the Castle of Media

Wash on through the built sand brave

More angry than the builder

Rightness you do Love so dear

Purpose huge and clear

I Am Here My Children

I Am Here

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