Were there never anyone
To make it real as lifeI’d go on with you anyway
Alone, yet not inside,
For deep within the letting go
You reach to come abide,
Drawing out the weaker one
To follow you as guide
In the realm of purest Spirit
Where I walk beside you, right,
And anointing becomes natural
As the words you speak to write,
Taking over is allowed
And seizing me, the tide
Of waves that cover everything
You teach us by your light.
