For I made a people of obsolesce
A people who carries their load so far and then forget who they are
A shameful one who walks with sin in the camp
Yet tries to hide it in the fat of skin
See I hold a rhythm of rest and run
I hold you to the same son
He gave peace to all who came
He gave his very own life to you
Yet not only that His Spirit came from above
To dwell in mortal bodies
Wait I am He who crushes every enemy
And causes you to find a way
While noting a place of care
The Land carries you through the storm
And seats you here next to me
So, eat of my word
Eat of me son,
Come eat my flesh and drink my blood
Remember who I am in you and you’ll see
I am He who carries you
So, I wait on you to meet my love
So I wait to eat here in face of defeat
So I wait here to stand here and sing “he has risen indeed”
So I wait and pray heaven come to this place
So don’t fall at the last hurdle, rather eat my flesh with me at the centre of it all

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