The call has come from Spirit’s flow,
Up to the rainbow tops to go.
Cocoon breaks its last restricting hold…
As moonbeams shimmer on wings of gold.
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A moment now—to understand,
That darkened cell was sacred plan;
To make me into “vessel” new,
With messages—not for a few…
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Oh, no! This plan I now behold,
Was not for dungeon, dark and cold;
But so a story could be told…
As gossamer wings I now unfold…
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To soar away to rainbow’s height;
And spread Your Word, with sheer delight!
We’ll sing our songs—we now decree
That other’s, too, might be set free!
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Your call! …there it is again!
Most welcome Voice of Sovereign Friend…
“Stretch out those wings! Come… fly with Me!
The moment’s here …your destiny!”
Women With Destiny 