If We Write It, They Will Feed
Intelligence will cloud sometimes
Those who have read what is all mine
The Earth they walk and feed upon
The stars they gaze that lay beyond
All this yet more was made by me
The GOD some say they cannot see
Though sight not given to many blind
Seek me because " I Am The Vine "
You are the branch, I made it so
They are the branches, some still forego
Stolen by time and sin that reigns
Across their hearts, in me it pains
There is no fix, I can't repair
There is but joy, all hearts should wear
As I proclaimed when I made them
Image of me, many offend
The soul is deep, sometimes forgotten
Yet still my only son begotten
Would descend to teach the Way
The Truth and Light of all their days
My intent is to restore
The faith sin rots those I adore
For words like food will nurture them
So write My will, they'll comprehend
If we write it, they will feed
Upon My word, me GOD all need
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If We Write It, They Will Feed
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