They were born in the desert.
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But, before that, they lived here,
In this mighty empire,
In this land of abundance,
They were born from those who spoke with God,
They were raised by those who wrestled with God
Yet, they are slaves, outcasts, misfits, and foreigners,
At home here, in this abundant, opulent prison
Tamed
by power and injustice,
Drowning
in riches and wealth
But, quietly a small fire burns,
A fire that will not go out
The fire of God
(That spoke with them)
…
Then a man came from the desert
Carrying the fire, carrying the words
And the world began to change
The fire that sets time ablaze,
The word that forms every world
Calls them to the desert,
To leave their home and prison,
Cast off their chains that shield them
To a land no feet has tread
But, the empire and their home,
refuses and holds them fast,
So, the world begins to shake
Life begins to bleed
Nature begins to rage,
Riches unravel, abundance withers
Relentlessly, the voice speaks
You are called to the desert
The world will not be as it should be,
Until you heed this call
The empire groans
Its gods turn away
Sky burns, Day darkens,
Every power fails
And marked by blood,
You are called by the fire,
….
Through the howling winds,
Past the parting waters
Toward a bare, burning mountain,
Into the desert
To a land where there is nothing
No water, no life, (no power, no home,)
No sign, no marker, no path
Barren, terrible emptiness
With only that distant fire, burning
Unfolding time, speaking the world
Calling,
And waiting
In the desert
your God awaits
You will be born here,
A nation unlike any other
(That has come before)
A people
born
to God
In the desert
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What do you mean God speaks
Season Four:
God awaits… in the desert