O wandering soul,
it's time to fly back to your nest
Your freedom is not for the darkness,
Instead, use your wings to lift yourself ...
to His covering up there,
Far, far away from the clutches that deceive below....
But if you did succumb,
Even if you are fully aware of the forbidden areas...
that your itchy heart is wandering to,
Even if you are scarred with bruises, sores and cuts
Do not forget your wings,
Which will never be broken,
As long as today is still here,
Use them to lift yourself up back to your Refuge
Even if the journey up takes much more effort...
than your free-fall to below.....
Once you're back to safety,
You will hear the ever, sweet reassuring voice.....
Echoing to you over and over again,
"Everything's alright now"
And while you're all comfy and cosy up there,
Be careful not to sleep when the Father feeds you,
Fill yourself with what He provides,
Be ever so filled, that you would not even think of wandering away,
Ever again....
For if not, you will again be hypnotized
By the deadly songs of below,
The never-ceasing melodies to enchant and entice you
To make you their permanent neighbour...
If you allow, over and over again...
For the cycle to repeat itself over and over again...
You, yourself have disabled your precious wings.....
What use of them given to you,
If you do not use them to fly,
but rather to plunge?
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