Come.

Come, child, come.

Leave behind those shackles and bars.

They do not serve you anymore.

Come, my child, come.

Take my hand and step outside.

The air is sweet and clear out here.

You need not gasp or choke anymore.

Yes, my sweet, yes.

The world has been waiting for you.

Feel the Spirit’s warm embrace.

She sees you, knows you, loves you.

Listen, my child, listen.

The earth is calling to you,

Calling you to dance under the harvest moon.

Yes, my child, it is time to go

Go dance with all your heart and grace

Go dance with the fire of God in your soul.

Go, my child, go

Lift your face to that harvest moon,

Lift your face and dance.

Tags: SPIRIT

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