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When you want to see Me,

When you want to grow,

When you think the time has come

For you to know

Me,

Think on what you’re missing,

Learn to say good-bye.

Look to my son’s position

On his cross on high.

 

Know you are being called

To death, strong and certain.

Know you will surely die.

Know you will be hurt when

Others turn their backs on you

As on my son they did.

Look to him,

Accept your cross,

Try no more to live.

 

As you have in the past,

No more think.

As you loved at certain times,

No more expect to bring

Your own thinking,

Your own way,

Your own preconceptions.

You died the day

You accepted my son into you.

Keep your promise.

No longer do

That which comes from

A separate mind.

 

You are mine.