The Dance OF ONE Life. He Thinks OF me, I Think OF Him. My ONE AND ONLY Thought I Love.

 I is NOT Good for a Man, His Body, to BE ALONE WIHTOUT Spirit, Mind of God.  WHERE, WHO ARE they? DRY riverbeds of dust.

The BUD IS Perfect, the grape Ripening BEFORE the Harvest.  The imperfect, taken, cut down, the branches of TIME left behind, BURNED.  The mountains of pride where the beasts, predators, things of WINTER ARE FOUND.  EVERHING BENEATH the Feet of His Body, SLAIN BY Sword of Truth.  ALL withered in separation, DUST moved from existence in Time, back to dust, Godless DUST. DUST DEAD IN TIME, UNABLE TO Know, Speak, Declare the Thought of Truth in His Body of Life.

The Bride of Christ, Sealed by the Kiss, Breath of Truth.  NOW ONE IN the Name OF God.

This the Christ, the Truth we've WAITED FO Come and remove the veil of flesh to See. He WILL Save us His Body, Bride, as We THE LIVING Chruch of God's Presence, WAIT to Rest in the Day of Brightness. We WAIT TIL THE Light of Brightness HAS Removed SWALLOWED Night INTO Day.  My soul DESIRED Thee Thy Presence IN the Night. I WAITED IN Expectation, Faith, and you Knocked, OPENED my soul UNTO Your Presence.  We WERE the flesh in covenant, agreement IN, WITH hell but Christ HAS Pierced the heart, the mind of darkness, Restored  the flesh of death BACK INTO Union with God BY Faith IN Christ, Living Word of Spirit.  We deaf NOW Hear, We blind NOW See, BEHOLD the Beautiful  Spirit of the Lord.  Today WE DECLARE His Power, THROUGH death in time, we PASS, CROSS OVER IN THE mind of Spirit, Bridge to EVERLASTING Life.