Rely on you for all things true
As if on cue we will follow you
All we ask is......
Who
And what the angel wanted
Was to try and limit what is said
For the truth burns the ears
Of even the most well bred
The poor and the meek
Are as humble as sheep
They get all their answers
From visits in their sleep
Of this you must keep
What the spirit will reap
The harvest of time
Is Thine
Lay open your soul
Is it as black as coal
Or a light of bright blue
Or maybe a different hue
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