A voice that cries in the wilderness.
Make a straight Highway for the Lord.
Free us, we pray from all bitterness.
Let us draw deeper from our mind’s spiritual hoard.

We worry about when we die.
But it’s only the body that dies.
The soul , we hope, will stay spry.
Flying free from our bodies last cries.

And what of the mind dying.
But ninety percent of that is concerned with the body.
All that is left is our gift of loving.
And that’s enough to keep the soul steady.

So why fear our dying.
Because it’s a start of a new living.

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Wilderness crying
Make us Lord a straight highway
Now and for ever

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See John 1