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Diamonds from Pain a prophecy The river has gone underground to feed the desert rose And it will bloom in spring in spite of everything it knows The burning bush where now only the lonely smoke tree grows As sparks fly upward so we petals rise up into skies We never dreamed existed until we opened our eyes One night while we were dreaming to see what the dark side knows He is no poet no not as we know it anyway For what he writes by rights is rites and rituals some say Encoded secret messages sacred geometry Demonic or Masonic making some look moronic While making some look better than they ever thought to be But who would anyway nor would he say as laconic He gives them for the living and forgiving of the day That come unbidden from the hidden places of a mind Such that though many look for it only a few may find And when they do may find that it has been given away Why is it always good then that is misunderstood when What something some say bad enlightens like the dusk the dawn? For the dusk before the dawn is the hope that leads us on When the dawn comes we remember how good the dusk felt then And the profit from the loss and the gold out of the dross And as diamonds from pain from the chaff the grain again With a vow of poverty a human being at least A poet anyway we know it though not as we know And all I know is this is all I have before I go On water written in between these lines of me and you Encoded secret messages sacred geometry Some things to show the somethings in between of you and me Before I have to go now how I know before I do Though I go I know I go a human being at least I believe I know before I have to leave even so A prophet not for profit or a poet like a priest First the dusk and then the dark when the coming of a spark And another in each other show us we know we go When the dusk before dawn is hope enough to lead us on A prophet not for profit sparks the dark till hope is gone And the profit from the loss and the gold out of the dross And as diamonds from pain from the chaff the grain again One night while we were dreaming we saw what the dark side knows The river has gone underground to feed the desert rose +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI