Vol. 2. / 163.) When The Roof Falls Down

When the roof falls down . . .

And the mast crashes to the ground

And the whole world is in chaos

What is there left if the true Rock is gone?

There is nothing to build on

Till It be restored . . .

And who can restore It unless they are broken

Unless they can see what it is that has gone?

The world is blind for it cannot see itself

And not seeing itself it cannot mend the world

What it thinks it sees, is what it’s gleaned of itself

And since it is from itself it is not from the Rock

And not from the Rock it has no lasting foundation

And no lasting foundation all the world will collapse

And who can restore It unless they are broken

Unless they can see what it is that has gone?

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