This is spiritual confrontation.
Love is the soul of it all.
Don't let the devil shame you.
Let the pain make you wiser.
Let the sorrow be transformed.
Stand tall, because you are the light
Whose words are like rivers of music.
No fear in the dream or in the waking world,
Just the beauty of what you have become-
Wings to take flight beyond the night.
You love the old stone churches
With tombstones there to remind you
Of what will be the past one day,
A fading memory of people and time
In the distant future.
But for now
You're just a heartbeat away
Going gently down the stream with me
As we are refined like gold
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