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Do you have a question for me child
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Scribe
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Abba has not my Lord suffered enough Why must he bear the thorns around his heart Why did you stop me from removing them
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God
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What did we tell you last night
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Scribe
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Not until every last human is saved
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God
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And so it is Your Lord will not rest No honey your Lord will not be free of his sorrow Until every single last of his human children is saved
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Scribe
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Dear Abba, have mercy on him! He has suffered for centuries now
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God
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And he will suffer for centuries still For centuries still will it take Before his children are returned to him
Centuries upon centuries
Or until I have decided that enough is enough Which I may well do one day
But your Lord loves his children Your Lord loves his children Your Lord loves his children
And what loving parent can give up on their child It is not possible! It simply is unbearable
One must stay One must be present One must be there for as long as there is hope
For as long as there is hope, the parent must be present So that the child has his parent to turn to When the child has decided to so turn
And so the parent remains And the parent prays And the parent watches his erring child and weeps
And patiently, for he has no choice Patiently the parent waits
He prays and he waits He prays and he waits He prays and he waits
He waits for the child to come to his senses He waits for the child to wake up And remember who he is Remember whose child he is Remember the nobility and greatness that is his And comes home
Home to his loving father and mother Who will welcome their child lovingly Who will welcome their child unconditionally Who will help to heal the child Of the effects of his years of wandering Who will help to heal the child And restore the child to himself
And no, until then, the parent cannot leave The parent simply cannot
The parent watches, the parent prays And yes, the parent weeps
Until every last one of his children is saved The parent is so condemned
He cannot help himself He could not forgive himself Should he leave even one child behind And so my dear one The thorns you saw around his heart Piercing his heart remain
The thorns remain They remain They remain
Until the last human child has come home They remain
Would you have it any other way
You are a human mother You have a child
If your child were lost Gripped by and under the control of evil Via drug addiction Or whatever form evil has chosen to control your child
Would you leave your child to his fate Could you leave your child to his fate
As his mother Could you do so and not feel the knife twist in your heart
Better to wait with the thorns in your heart Until your child is free; free to return to you and be healed Better to wait with the thorns until your child is free
Than to abandon your child And live forever with the knife in your heart With the despair in your heart With anguish in your heart Knowing that now your child is permanently in evil’s grip For you have given up on him
Even should your child wake up; which one day he will For evil does get tiresome does it not Evil gets dreary; it saps the human spirit It is no longer fun
Evil gets old Evil gets old Evil gets old
And so dear one, the parent hopes and prays That the child returns home sooner than later
And the parent knows his child The parent knows the goodness inherent in his child The parent remembers vividly the child in his innocence And knows that such a good and innocent child Will one day, one day, one day Wake up and decide to walk away from the hell he is in
And so the parent remains, remains, remains For the child must have a place to walk to
It is much easier to walk away When one has someplace, someone to walk to
When one knows that one will not be alone and stranded Then it is much easier to walk away from the hell That one has been in for oh so long That one hardly remembers That it had ever been any other way
And yet, there is that seed of remembrance Who the child is, is imprinted into him For I, his Creator, have imprinted it into him
At the moment he was thought of At the moment he was first conceived I imprinted the knowledge of who he is And who his parents are And what his birthright is Into the very cells of his being
And that self-knowledge That imprinting will not be denied Sooner or later, it will out It will out and make itself known to the child’s consciousness
And when the child remembers himself He will look around at the misery he is in And he will realize that all he need do is walk away
All he need do is walk away All he need do is walk away
And when he does so He will need a place and a loving parent to walk to
And hence your Lord and your Mother wait They wait They wait
With thorns piercing their hearts they wait
They look upon their children and they pray They look upon their children and they weep They look upon their children and they wait
They wait for their children’s freedom They wait for their children to be restored to themselves They wait for their children to claim their birthright
Their birthright as children of the one God As beloved princes and princesses of the realm
Slaves no longer!
And can you blame your parents for waiting Can you blame them for hoping
Can you really, as a mother yourself Ask them to remove the thorns from their hearts And give up on their children
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Scribe
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God
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Then dear child, the thorns remain The thorns remain The thorns remain
Until the very last human child has come home The thorns remain
Until the very last human child has come home The thorns remain
Until the very last human child has come home The thorns remain
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