Walking alone through the desert sands
In a blinding light someone reaching out their hands
I saw the black of the midnight sky
Turning blood red right before my eyes
I’m simply mystified
A soul electrified
I feel a yearning within
As the spirit kicks in
The earth stands still as I shake
Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Walking on water in a raging storm
I could see the face of a man with a crown of thorns
In the distance I can hear a voice
And it’s calling me, it’s calling me
To testify
No need to justify
I feel a heavenly wind
Like a breath on my skin
The earth stands still as I shake
Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
The earth stands still as I shake
Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
This might be my last
I feel so alive
Hallelujah
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Awakenings 
It is enough that you enter the temple invisible.
I cannot teach you how to pray in words.
God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.
“Our God, who art our winged self, it is thy will in us that willeth.”
On Teaching
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.
And even as each one of you stands alone in God’s knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God. . . .
Together, We Sing
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On Reason and Passion
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.
If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing;
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.