By Eve Lorgen
The accuser stands before me
Behind masks of clever design.
Distorted perceptions constantly feed
To sever the ties of like minds.
Minds that know that something is wrong
In a world where true love is gone.
Purity of spirit drives the accuser mad.
As we sing our angelic song.
Trust in me, my Beloved says.
I know your heart is true.
Your spirit is like a laser beam
Piercing darkness through and through.
Don’t look for acceptance in their eyes
But only look up to Me.
Keep your mind focused on the sunrise
Of perfect love, that only then can set you free.