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Song of the Whirlwind

Oh, my God is in the whirlwind,
I am walking in the valley;
Lift me up, O Shinning Father,
To the glory of the heavens,
I have seen a thousand troubles
On the journey men call living,
I have drunk a thousand goblets
From misfortune’s bitter wine press.
But to Thee I cling forever,
God of Jacob, God of Rachel.
Oh, my soul is in the whirlwind,
I am dying in the valley,
Oh, my soul is in the whirlwind
And my bones are in the valley;
At her spinning wheel is Mary
Spinning raiment of the lilies,
On her knees is Martha honey
Shinning bright the golden pavement.
All the ninety nine is waiting
For my coming, for my coming.
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A child of the 60's I often feel out of place in the world as it exist today. Too much excess, too much materialism, too few people who genuinely care or give a damn. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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