Lay thee down
You, conqueror of none
Lay thee low
Beneath the earthly seems
As it is you who neglect
The gracing water's regime
What good is water without the salt
Which purifies and give taste to the washing sea
Lone Bellow! Lone Sores!
Never setting foot on the shores
Only sailing where the wind will blow
Where art thou?
Thoust don't know
Shiver in the wind
Sink below currents
You are not Anointed
You were made to cease
Cease not as Othello
Live armored
Be not hollow
Cry Aloud!
For Salvation
in the Lord
never repeats
never recedes
As He is life
Living on!
Never impede
His grace
with shallow orders
Wash with a purified
Living Water
