With my hands on my heart I will hold strong.
To the things I know now and the things I have known all along.
For the truth will set me free I will search for it until the day I die
After all isn’t death our stumbling into truth?
Let the cold air tear you apart like a tornado wind tears apart shingled homes.
Picture pieces flying off, being torn off and thrown into nothings
Pieces of deceit, pieces of darkness.
Pieces of me, pieces of you.
Watch them, I beseech you, with open and ready eyes.
They won’t be here long. They’re already being ripped off, now let them go.
Watch them disappear into the great wilderness.
You’re being stripped. In a minute you’ll be naked. You won’t have clothes. You won’t have a home. You won’t have anything. To some this is a terrifying possibilIty. To me his is freedom.
“Carry nothing and walk forever, carry something walk for sometime, carry everything and walk never.”
Close your eyes, feel the chills, don’t steady for trembling fingers-be still in everything.
“8Come, behold the works of the LORD,
how he has brought desolations on the earth.
9He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;
he breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
he burns the chariots with fire.
10“Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!”
11The LORD of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah”
I have no more to say