All flesh
Be silent! Be still!
For we have stirred
The Lord God
in Heaven.
We stand below Him here
on ground most shakey
in the filthiest of clothes,
But He holds out to us
a Branch of Forgiveness,
A wondrous sign.
When we take it
Our clothes will be replaced
With the richest of robes
laid upon our shoulders.
Upon this stone stand!
Ezekiel 3
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