The winds rage
As the determined press in
Seeking the eye of the storm
False convictions knock us down
Demanding we submit to the religion of the day
For when men chose to use God as their means of demand
They do not back down
Even when they argue with God

So few even know that a deeper place exist
Beyond the ease of the piety of men
Beyond the choice to put on a suit
The is blood has been spilled for a greater
More meaningful habitation
A place of miracles and open visions
A place of encounter with the Living God

If I told you that this place was available to you
Would you pursue it?
Would you take my words to heart?
Or…