The Coming Times
Until every human has come home
God
    Do you have a question for me child
Scribe
    Abba has not my Lord suffered enough
    Why must he bear the thorns around his heart
    Why did you stop me from removing them
God
    What did we tell you last night
Scribe
    Not until every last human is saved
God
    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
Scribe
    Dear Abba, have mercy on him!
    He has suffered for centuries now
God
    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
Scribe
    No my Father, I cannot
God
    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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