The Cure For Pain Is In The

Whether You Love God Or You Love A Human Being, If You Love Enough You Will Come Into The Presence Of Love Itself.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

That Which Is False Troubles The Heart, But Truth Brings Joyous Tranquility.