Amidst
the rocks the world calls insanity
A
lonely she-lamb wanders in his sanctuary
Stones
of offence were the gates to freedom
The
little ones lift them and with them live
Trapped
in his snare she stumbles and falls
Broken
as he pulls tight the wooing noose
Snared
and taken to his side in sickness
The
well never see the dearth within them
Bind
up the testimony, seal the freeing truth
Wrap
up the way in ugliness that it be hid
The
light has hid himself that they find him not
For
signs and wonders the taken are ensnared
‘If
they speak not according to this word
It
is because there is no light in them’
If
they exalt themselves they have not heard
And
hungry they pass through and are not fed
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