If a single tree falls, the bending of its Life is felt in You. So, we come with our griefs and grievances to be alone with You, and You send us out into Your Rains of constant redemption…oh how the cadences of Your Healing touches echo through the city trees themselves, and when man is too blind to turn and know, Your are still here this unseen lover, making sure that his life is not as miserable as imagined by that dying side.
No dead books in You, but the burning words streaming from Your Own side…and from That Throne, these rivers make holy and touched what was barking in the dark of night. Why when we were yet is blindness did You come and still You come and whisper into our dreams themselves life, life Life.
