once, when i was a river rock under the nile
when my dreams were of tarnished patina statues
ocean wind
when i had nothing but food to give
to the farmers down stream
once when i was a river rock under the nile
when my dreams were of crystals on mt zion
cathedrals at midnight mass
the front told a story few could read
even less
the stained glass
letting the hue
pass through unblemished
when my dreams were filled with divine liberty
when i could walk freely
my judgements were reckoned unto law
and for no man
when you looked into me
you could find anything you wanted to find.
and so i humbled myself before and after..
and the fear left which came from looking into mt zion..
the Lord is with us..
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