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CURTAIN CALL On a bleak restless night His words came to me, Crying out, "Son of man, speak this prophecy! Preach to the world the things I require. Reach for a way of life that is higher. There is a greener lawn than the one they're on. A sweeter song, when a hard day lingers long. Let them know they are The Chosen Ones for certain, I've offered up my Son; I've torn down the curtain. Strip off the old, my child. Put on the new. I've prepared the heavens. They're waiting for you. Partake of me and the joy it brings. Come banquet now with the King of Kings! Come lay down your burdens and baggage For my load is light. Brace your faith on God's pillars, You spiritual Samsonite!" |
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