I walked through the green glass doors,
rushing water flowed out.
I carried with me carpet bags,
full of the cares of the world.
I dropped these at the feet
of those holding the cleansing authority,
standing in white before me,
who speak the tongue of Angels.
Take my chains, peel off the husks of pride
distill me down to my pure beginnings.
As a child I come to the altar
and offer
my whole soul.
Break my heart
and pour in the healing balm of Gilead.
Cover me in armor,
strengthen my weak limbs.
Lead me back through the green glass doors,
where with the water I rush
to the battle of the day.
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