We had to speak, we had to. We had to love, we had to. We had to laugh, we had to. Exist without fear, we have to. By the grace of Love we fly. By the shame in Man we die. Oh! Lift me aloft that I might gaze down at her wonder! Bring my feet to flying that they might stumble upon truth. Swim my heart through ocean current that I might then thrust it into my Love. When did it begin to fail? What are we doing if we’re not worshipping simultaneously? It is to what I know that I must bow. Bowing to my belief brings out that which is the least of me. The man I used to be. I have to speak, I have to… © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)