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Fire Pure Told
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Find me in the wind my voice cries for redemption
I The whirl spins of leaves sleeping in the field take the mind to restful times before dawn Rest is expected to see rebirth in mind and the wonder of God forgiving earth providing a bit of the garden as promise of a life yet to come II Blood of time lingers in the view of many seeking retribution for the misgiving of two in a long line of a cruel and unforgiving example cast upon the water of time dove floats in the wind seeking a place to land finds only a short range example of a salvation yet to come from the fire cured resolve called future III Image is the value of a place for shadow to see all the good in the wind cast out for a view of world searching seeking new miracles to show a man in favor with God accepted sacrifice seeking praise and love received at altar to mind dances of groups gather in his name voice climbs mountains in pain IV Map left as rules to guide a foolish clan of man needing a past to seek place and value in the eyes of regulations established by strong finding a door to better looking for short cuts glory is praised upon venue singing praises of expectations lining coffers walls of gold rising high temples already owned V Poor sleep in the warmth of less expectation that is shared in the sinners view love is the caption saved passion sheltered in food for body and soul joy is entered into contract of regression taken here to be replaced with earth and heaven created in mansions by the father VI From the needle through which a camel passes life takes a path well worn to lift the spirit and well being of rest seeking place in a better forever while living the goodlife and eating the riches of sin wages being death forever or just a short stint in the hell called earthly host lost in satisfaction of hunger not meet VII Like a thief in the night all changes but when oil has passed seven plus a multiplier greater than the mark of address written. Still the water long the heart seeking justice and reward when vale cries in the dark for the better chains break silence call in the wind fire in the dream purifies pain left to keep waiting for the cloud rider