Silence the voice. Shut up and quit talking. Turn out your lights and let us close our eyes. Not only are they happy to blindness, they deny its presence. They pray for silence, pray for darkness. Build some walls, bio-dome it all and maybe it will go away.
Ha! "Such a time is this!"
Cry out into the night.
Stir up a persistence annoyance where eyes grow weary of rest, where ears grow weary of deafness.
We all see it.
There's a big elephant and it very well may be Jesus which is waiting, expecting even, acknowledgment for a start.
I cannot hold it in and indeed I will not.
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