I find myself in misty dreams 
Of knowledge and this Spiritual realm.
To lean one way and not the next, 
could it be will give to me a hex?

A division of porportional size 
Has captured my head, heart and eyes.
I long to take the path that's right, 
But now am driven by blinding light.

Then I recall my beautiful Dove,
Of God's all peaceful, merciful Love.
A claim I have from Father's heart,
Which gave to me a brand new start.

Whence comes this echo from the soul, 
That voice of commitment resounds of old.
Whether you recognize me or not,
In this bloodline, you're not forgot.

Your thoughts will soar over aeons of time,
Shall an answer there be, to clear up your mind?
Release this wonder of paths for your soul,
The right road will manifest itself to extoll.

So come, least thou be mezmerized,
And loose the light that's in your eyes.
Walk on ...as you've recieved that right,
To choose your way in what's wrong or right.

Life itself shall follow a plan 
Not given by this mortal man.
Nor can he think to change the way,
 For it is sealed until that day.

A day which calls for life itself
To stand amidst celestial helps.
None other could beset this work,
For if is tried... succumbs berserk!

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