You send forth your light from your doors
Upon me where I lay at thy door steps
Drunk and shivering from my nights of prostitution on the
brothel floors
Thy soothing light has become more pleasant than my corrupt
eye accepts
Is that you that I see?
My ring I lost to those lords who tore my wedding garments
My veil I lifted before their faces
I dreamt of Shiloh at night knee deep in my ailment
But the first light found me standing at the brothel, back
to my former ways
Given naught but a lift and a cuddle for settlement
Is that you that I see?
Searing through the veil of darkness where you laid shrouded
Wielding thy power that quickens all things and me
Touching deep to my soul’s center where I lay grounded
Is that you that I see in my heart? Oh King of Heaven, earth
and sea
Thy hand will pull her from her cell
Squeezes, spitting, grimaces, all bitter the pill. Yes but
remade in his house
Quick response; one touch at the sound of the bell
Will she remain in the home of her spouse?
A prostitute, yes a dead one, living is another one within, signed
with His Seal.
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