“Come forth,” You say to that self I don’t know,
The one in Eden sown;
In Eden’s East it’s wrapped
With sin’s grave clothes to earthly dust entrap,
But in them spirit breathed in clay is found
And longs to step in heaven’s light unbound.
Familiar voice I’ve never heard before
I hear through my locked door,
And hand once tied is freed
To unlock door and let Him untie me
That unknown self may step into His light
Where image shines–was once obscured by night.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 