You have talked for a while,
And you have walked for a mile;
At the gatesyou gave thanks,
Then you took soul showers,
You ate the illuminated word,
That is really the shew bread,
Then offered the good incense,
Of petitions for self and friends
Now zip up you mouth and listen,
I'll give you a deep impression,
You will see the river of life itself.
In my perfect will you will surf.
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