I Am The Glorious Sun, The Ocean

One Of The Marvels Of The World: The Sight Of A Soul Sitting In Prison With The Key In Its Hand.

Now Be Silent. Let The One Who Creates The Words Speak. He Made The Door. He Made The Lock. He Also Made The Key.

Watch For All That Beauty Reflecting From You And Sing A Love Song To Your Existence.

You've Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under, And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper!

Let A Thousand Wrangling Desires Become One Love.