Quiet

Quiet you’ve instructed me to be but what does it mean for me to wait upon thee.



Sitting at your feet observing your scared hands and seeing what you have endured in the
Place of man.
As I gaze deeper yet, I see the beads of your weary sweat.
Father, I hear let this cup pass!
But not an echo came from father, arrrh alas!



For this purpose you came to set man free, so we could be reunited to Father through thee.