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Listen to the sound of the voice you hear.
Listen to the flight of your inner ear
Calling to you.
Don’t you see?
That voice was meant to
Guide you to Me.

There was once a child
And that child was Me.
Meek and mild,
The child did seek
For you.
But you let him down
Upon a cross,
Nailed him to
Lost as yourselves
And lost they’ll be
Until he returns.

Waits on you
Who call to Me,
Whose inner ear
Can surely see
What I have given
To you.