Remove the scales
From thine eyes,
And see ye
The vision of ancients,
That thy convictions
Be like unto a rock,
And, that the mouths of hungry lions
Not tear ye from thy faith.
Come down off the mount,
O ye congregations of truth,
And, open the way
To My throne room,
So that all might kneel
And be judged by their good works.
5-26-06
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