Shall I leave a forwarding address?
No. I don’t know where I ‘m staying yet.
When are you leaving?
I don’t know that either.
MAYBE I won’t leave at all.
MAYBE it’s gonna come to me.
MEET ME right here, in America,
coming down from Heaven to surround me.
I know I’m supposed to be able to just walk
in to my Father’s house, but it’d be just fine
if He came to mine.
He knows He can walk right in,
cause His Son is always here.
When uncertainty and doubt come knocking on my door
like dutiful Mormons I say, “come on in, and,
what can you teach me?
I love what you’re saying and
it makes a whole lot of sense,
but you see, I love what I have,
What about the truth you say?
There is but one truth you say and you’re telling me
that I don’t have it, cause that’s what your bringing!
I agree that I don’t own the whole truth, but I know that you
don’t own it either cause the truth is that we’re both wrong
in some ways.
Here is something else I see,
Something else I know,
I am on the road to the Kingdom Place,
the neighborhood founded on the truth.
No one in this neighborhood cares what you say
about the Father or The Mother, Meshiach, or Shiloh,
cause THE TRUTH will be seen IN OUR ACTIONS.
And so I’m leaving, I’ve gone.
Sold everything and some said for a pitiful sum.
But I know that nothing that I was,
compares to what I will be then,
in MY HOUSE,
with MY LOVES,
and definitely dancing.
In The Kingdom Place.
I can’t wait…
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth…”