Lord, Thy angels hath vanished from mine sight
The tension of mine pulse rises to infinite height
Every day I awake, Thy heaven’s door close more
Strike me then with
Lullaby of Heaven
Angel Of Dreams
I stand in a green field, I see nothing, it is night
This storm clouds me, what is wrong or right?
The rain drips on my arms and I feel
Grey
I am a flower, small, cold and almost dead
In my world, nothing is done but all is said
This world is dead as well, nothing is warm
No wind
Think Deeply
God is making you suffer, shout and bleed?
Oh, He’s making you scream, cry and plead?
All your darkness was sent to you from Him?
O yes, He even makes
Fasting
Many secrets of the soul are revealed when we fast
Oh the gems of the heart shall be uncovered at last
Cleanse yourself from all this poor material food
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