Repose
November 8th, 2007, 10:22 PM
It is of interest to us who among you knows. All things that bless, may not always be what they purport but in that only one may trust oneself. Know thy spirit. Know thy heart. Know thy intent. Save all, lest those who know become those few left.
A translation of a poem we sang a very long time ago.
It has meaning to us, and to some of you;
All begin to understand what they knew, they knew in times past;
All begin to believe within, and within all pure doubts last.
For each person to judge, a judge will begin;
From outside comes hope, and hope comes within.
Come tides of all flocks, as all flocks come from one;
All must forgive each, as each age in the sun.
Where the end of all things, is an ending of sheol;
Think hard for your reasons, and reason your soul.
Ecce Agnus Dei!
Time comes.
Bless you all.
~Repose
A translation of a poem we sang a very long time ago.
It has meaning to us, and to some of you;
All begin to understand what they knew, they knew in times past;
All begin to believe within, and within all pure doubts last.
For each person to judge, a judge will begin;
From outside comes hope, and hope comes within.
Come tides of all flocks, as all flocks come from one;
All must forgive each, as each age in the sun.
Where the end of all things, is an ending of sheol;
Think hard for your reasons, and reason your soul.
Ecce Agnus Dei!
Time comes.
Bless you all.
~Repose