MANIPULATION

Hear me, he preached, and hear me well,
you journey down the road to hell,
rebellious sheep, stubborn goat,
Satan has you by the throat.
And His gentle voice whispered "I love you"

Loving all you follow Me,
my Father's house your destiny.
I did not judge, neither condemn
hands that reached to touch my hem.

Your cradle world of land and sea,
its mantle green, the forest tree.
Every creature, large and small,
that moves and breathes can hear My call.

Artist's hand and writer's prose,
portray the beauty of My rose.
Even those who have no choice,
the smallest child, can hear My voice.

You cannot know another's path,
their trials and pain, invoke their wrath.
Condemned the flock is scattered far,
and yet the Gate remains ajar.

Each restless soul returns to Me,
the Source, the Power to heal and free.

Talitha Hills
2003