Seating on the pew at the
gathering of the masses,
opening the eyes and ears of
the soul to receive the
message of light by the belief
of thy heart.
Standing before the pulpit of
the truth,
the messenger and interpreter
of morality at the divided chaos
of ignorance and injustice.
Attention of divided souls at
the volatile atmosphere of
disorder and confusion.
Mild voices speaking to the
distorted thoughts and principles
at the background of fallacy.
Coming unto you who seek the
understanding of the unknown,
making thy ways right to purity
delivering from the shades of
profanity.
To give thy brothers life not
placing demands for blood to
the beast of the hills.
We are saints on the field
of roses,
not sinners on the thorns of
weeds of destruction.
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