Mystery song

Heaven's darling wrapped in shame
Clueless, at the foot of that
Ancient cross

my conscience could not
comprehend the trial
of my flesh

O’ the demands of the justice
Of heaven, no one could plead
But love

Only love could carry the heavy
Burdens of this wretched soul,
Chained to the bottom of the
Tree of the knowledge of
good and evil

Beauty at its worst, my
Sins His sentence, my
Death was his death

Mingling of death and life;
Death seemed to have

Life has surrendered, willingly
For death and sin to finish
Their chaotic pilgrim, through
The corridors of justice;
Crushing the soul and flesh
Of the sinless-beloved

Scars plead; the image of the
Health and freedom of the

You wore it with dignity and
Pity like a priestly garment

Now, I wore peace within this
Castle like the stillness of
the ocean

Beyond the cross, the beauty of
Heaven holds the keys of power,
Sonship and freedom, with the
Souls of men in victory March,

Leaving an empty tomb behind.

My chains are gone, I have
Become a million choir of
Praise, filling this air
With love melodies

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“He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭53:3-5‬ ‭KJV‬‬


Lay down your gloom and disbelief
Come boldly to the presence of
the Menorah

Undress your fears:
Bathe this fragile soul
in liquid flashes of
Love essence

Moisturise thy hearts in
its tenderness and ambience

The essence of life is calling
your soul, To converge with
grace and purity

O’ soul, leave this dance in the
eternal theatre of uproar, and lift up
thy eyes from within you,

See the many faces of possibilities of
menorah glory.

Why, my Love. Why, my ransom.

You feast yourself from the crumbs
set on tables of the mundane

You drink from cups of illusions
Your heart is empty. Your soul is weary.
Your spirit is the wilderness of Cush,
without dew.

A banqueting table set in the
studio of two; just you and I.
Just you and I

Come, O’soul lover, to my banqueting table
Come, O’soul lover, to my
banqueting table

Come, August child. My heart
is yearning to dine with you;
A table set for two;
You and I

O’ my love, soul hiding in
the crevices of guilt,
Drowned in the high tides of
the imperfection ocean.

At the shores of her
imperfections and shame,
There stood the overcomer,
Calling her to anchor her soul:

“Let me wash your face in my radiance,
for My glory has arrived, my light has

Devouring the darkness.

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“For You cause my lamp to be lighted and to shine; the Lord my God illumines my darkness.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭18:28‬ ‭AMPC‬‬