The journey Home is never easy
To be where Perfection is,
That is where we must go.
To live is to life
But to Love is Perfection
'Be Ye Perfect, As Our Father is'
Light from Darkness
To See is to be Blinded by the Truth
For only when We Do what needs to be done
Love when there is none
Only then will Our Father
Show Us the Way Home
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