Step, step aside thou that hampers the soil, please, allow me, I say again, step aside.
And who is this that speaketh so strong, that seeks to remove me from my home
Dare you speak to me who have occupied and have been crowned king of this domain? Why I am verily the sole ruler in this place
So you have seen it fit to crown yourself the king, when it is I who gives to this land his constant daily needs,
Who sends him all that brings in fruits, though he knows not from whence it came?
Tell me, why take this ground captive and restrain him in your domain. A domain that within is drought and death
I will free him; yea I will free him and see what springs forth. A river, waiting to water the things that are parched and dry
I will send rain out of which boundless springs will flow; I will open gushing streams as touching all that begs to be renewed
I am waiting to refresh, waiting to enrich life and then all that lets go will be as to the rising of the sap when it is spring
So Flesh step aside, step aside so that the Spirit within this land of the soul can take full control.
By Rose Powell