Spin cycle, pulling the water out of my soul,
It's ironic how these situations separate us,
Right at the time when my spirit is full.
In a state, left wrinkled and damp,
Taken by storm,
I can see heaven's light is a Lamp
unto my feet, the Light of the Morn',
Illumine my path.
Toss me in your Truth,
Fill me with your warmth,
Burn away all the filth,
Refresh me like heaven's dew.
Static energy from the fellowship
Power from the Source
Heat emanating from holiness
Stay hot, blaze the course.
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