The prize
Micah 7:8
Jerusalem Will Be Vindicated
8 My enemies, do not gloat over me!
Though I have fallen, I will get up.
Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light.
The price
“Focus of attention” … shine your light on me
I am here struggling to get to the center
Help me to move from the ones who shouldn’t be
To the place where I hunger myself to enter
The price for admiration should be paid by you
All you have to give me is your mind incomplete
I will guide and tell you exactly what to do
As you look up to me in your own defeat
You and I will make a team … master, slave and bubo
We will dance around the world on a floor of glass
Others soon will join us for most enjoy the lotto
Gambling away their freedom trying to forget their past
Face the day oh darkness … you’ll be surely swallowed
To return for a little while for you can’t be kept down
Half of the time you rule your subjects to wallop
To their neck in the mire that you hide in every town
Now your habitation is in the hearts of man
The sun never rises in the place you have prepared
Who can remove you now and tell me when
It seems that your influence seldom gets declared
Jan Wienen
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