God
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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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