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Quarter Age The Devils
04:00
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You and I
Men were made
In the One
Another age
Distinct in God
Remaining all
Consuming fire
Alone the slag
Will reflect
Forever His
By the Rock
Dirt by love
Into Him
Union pure
Sanctity
We will remain
Quartered age the devils
Members limb to limb
Cities by the fire
Saints the innocent
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2. |
Good News
02:54
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Good news for a man like me
I'm cornered here, not four but three
Open wide our conditions here
They're necessary for our early years
Not quite sure that I'd take it back
My enemies and all they lack
Threw me down and I stole what's theirs
A tragedy for what I've left upstairs
The promise I received from You
While grabbing hold to all misused
Gather modest gifts for you
Your arms are open and you're the only one
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3. |
Him As A Stranger
02:53
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Him As A Stranger
Instead of trusting
My own fail me
And transform my freedom
I must show my
Human liberty
Natural if he
Intelligent light of a gift
Glorious strengthen
Some who think they
Of what make I
Profit by abandoning myself
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4. |
Infinite Rare
04:44
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Dig my knees in the floor
For my highest love sits near
And you breath when you stare
Through my back please don't compare
Our eyes and all they bare
Who's worth the trials that came
On an only son to reign?
Dig my knees in the ground
For my only rest has come
Through your feet, proud, we'll dance
Even though you, my friends, can't stand
Take heart it's a lighter land
Not bound by wires and chairs
Or attempts to float through air
Action life then pure two right
May serve in one intention
With God
Ourselves apart from God outside
Resolve action that places in us
Satisfying interlude by now
They outward
Drown the stream
More matters
Infinite Rare
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We are carried over
Not in our real selves
Not in the froth stirred
The impact of beings around us
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
My soul is hidden
Even from myself I can't see it
Even from too close, nor can I see
My own eyes, I know I have eyes
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
The word of the cross is foolishness
For them that perish
My soul can also reflect itself
Mirror it's own activity
Mirror of words and actions
My being partly manifests what is seen
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
The word of the cross is foolishness
For them that perish
Words outside myself are dead things
Quickly gone the hidden life
Quickly accomplished acts outside
Much depends on the soul itself remains
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
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6. |
Bodies Be For
02:42
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This time no consolations
The driest that we yet know
Face with His pure adverting
Either without mind without
He to love time no longer
Means on instants that can last
A second from another
Movement places in the road
Mass however even and
Exterior conditions
In our own
Bodies be for
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Admirable in many respects
If they fulfill their promises
They can do much more for man
Never solve his deepest freedom
Return to the root
Flight that flings
Outerspace
Isolation
Without objective
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Our Self-Denial
02:37
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To avoid
They taste, which way
Of the spirit.
To God, them and us without presumption.
Our self denial
worse still, although it is true
Our self denial is a contradiction
Must be more
To our own
Unless it be guided
What is from God
Remaining completely
Directed to God
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This is the time no longer proud
To expect in our anything
Driest all attention we cannot
Pray
Man who can face such dryness and
Ask nothing but to do His will
Here adverting without moving time
Love
Deep secret movement daily be
Silent road meal thoroughfare
We recite an exterior as
Time
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10. |
The Poverty Of Death
03:33
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The secret from ourselves
And from our prayer
We must be detached from our work
To plunge into the desire
We seek only interior failing
If we our hearts avoid preoccupation
We proceed with our work
Spiritual Fatigue
Thought that it’s very will
Not to disperse our recollection
Strengthened by what it could never find
Interior recollection
Must seek in vain
To die necessary
Our last significance
Every death of this world of Christ
Either in words or for life
With more expression
Have more many
Our poverty is divine
Coming face to speak with the eloquence of death
For the poorest uncertainties
Silence and a conclusion
The poverty of death
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11. |
New Seeds
02:36
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Yours cannot share anyone which does matter.
Something sick will never be.
Simply that God exists.
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