I hear...
Indian chants
the dialect of a foreign stranger
rhythms of peace
a calming wind
the world far away.
In the upper room
I hear my God
I am his Son
No past pangs from the evil one.
I'm free!
No more voices ringing
"You are a sinner."
I know.
I'm not perfect.
There's no wrong
in perfect love.
God my comforter
wake me up
when it's all over!
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