When the refiner’s fire itself becomes a seat of all consciousness, there is no place I’d rather be
When the blood of Jesus itself becomes a salvation swimming pool, there is no other place I’d rather be
When the fires of hell itself becomes the haven of comfort, there is no other place I’d rather be.
You see, in the end
Here is no better than there or, thereafter. It’s good to know that for sure, before my final bow of earthly performance.
So footloose or not, as long as I am in this world, I’ll moonlight on the journey to return to the memory of oneness with my Essence. I know that in the big picture, I am never really alone.
Thank goodness, most kindly, for all the help and helpers that have made and continue to make this mission possible!
When the fires of hell itself becomes the haven of comfort, there is no other place I’d rather be.
You see, in the end
Here is no better than there or, thereafter. It’s good to know that for sure, before my final bow of earthly performance.
So footloose or not, as long as I am in this world, I’ll moonlight on the journey to return to the memory of oneness with my Essence. I know that in the big picture, I am never really alone.
Thank goodness, most kindly, for all the help and helpers that have made and continue to make this mission possible!
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