There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting

Quit Acting Like A Wolf, And Feel The Shepherd's Love Filling You.

I Said: What About My Eyes? God Said: Keep Them On The Road. I Said: What About My Passion? God Said: Keep It Burning. I Said: What About My Heart? God Said: Tell Me What You Hold Inside It? I Said: Pain And Sorrow? He Said: Stay With It. The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.

Love Is The Cure, For Your Pain Will Keep Giving Birth To More Pain Until Your Eyes Constantly Exhale Love As Effortlessly As Your Body Yields Its Scent.

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.