-~•WHÅtRĘÅŞØN•~part 3

Will you şee mę through the weary nights bliss, full of gloomy faces.? Through the tree of twisted roots, towering wickedly above the brightlit moon.¿Casting its heavy shadow upon a people so true and few; of whom only see the hope of tomorrow.? Turn you at my reproof! I will pour out My Spirit unto you, and make known My Wørd from Åbove. ~--Įnto the yawning abyss, your heart shall not journey to come: The echoes of past memories teach us to appreciate the moments that come. ~Beyond the images of all worry and fear, begin another day in knowing, 'revering My Spirit is love'. In clarity of knowledge is Wisdom; In knowledge of Wisdom Įs understanding with løvę. Everything embodies a reason, as our light Įş Eternally strong. Full of hope , faith and patience, coupling Grace with a steady hand. We anticipate what shall come hereafter: Never ashamed of the Oath spoke of. Now 'this' Į§ the token, We solemnly set before you. A Ļively Spirit of the Word of Truth. ~:Ēvęn ĒMęrging, through confusion of words, that wander so aimlessly through listless air. I delight in the hidden ways of the Unknown: For Our future by choice is shown. Şø choose a tree that shall not rot. A choice tree, tall and strong. It shall grow