You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So

Concentrate On The Essence, Concentrate On The Light.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

I’ve Been Looking For A Long, Long Time, For This Thing Called Love, I’ve Ridden Comets Across The Sky, And I’ve Looked Below And Above. Then One Day I Looked Inside Myself, And This Is What I Found, A Golden Sun Residing There, Beaming Forth God’s Light And Sound.

God Does Not Look At Your Outer Forms, But At The Love Within Your Love.