I am called and will come
At times I own the prophet’s fear – am I the only one?
Solo stance, nil recompense
Initial walk’s a blunder
My image is marred; I back pedal assailed, nigh asunder
Church with malaise unfelt
Find me sanctuary; Render rest and aid
I rebuke apathy, antagonism and labels of a crazed renegade
Time is of essence
It’s both now and not yet
Spirit, loose our chords together
The ripe fields wait for the bride to awake
Tethered faithful advance freedom; Claim stake
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