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Do I hear engines,
or are the spirits singing?
Droning, our prayers rise,
filling all the browning skies
with His grace.
Suddenly wind, hail and heat
sweep me from my feet.
As my body rises, I understand
this is Paradise!
Do the angels weep, (or) is this reign of tears
the sweat of His need for violence?
Was it ordained that Heaven
should crown a mountain of suffering?
We may know the truth,
but can we take the freedom entailed?
The wage of sin is misery, but the sinners
feel no pain.
It "trickles down" from them!
