The spirit flows like a canyon rapid there, in the upper room.
The drinks lay deep drowning sorrows of the souls trapped inside ourselves.
We need to get out of own ways yet we have no control.
God help us get past ourselves. Let ourselves love You.
Let ourselves Love your correction.
Let us rebuke the schemes of the unfaithful angels and the mischievous spirits.
The voices that haunt us with their daunting calls of flaunting temption in the desolate waste.
The silver linings of our clouds.
Let our tears of repentance cleanse our souls to see you for what you are once again.
Let Love lift us up where we belong.
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