WOVENHAND NEWS

W OV EN H AN D

IN THE TEMPLE

Surely the stone will cry out….cry out from the wall and the rafter will answer back it is finished he has loved them all. from the framework he remembers himself ..what he looks like in the mirror He does sing over himself JUST to hear..JUST  to hear this is not my home.. this is not my home..i am nomad

Spread out above the heads of the living creatures a crystal vault of glass reflects his HOLY features it is not possible to be renewed again this is done is done is done the lamb the lamp the sun the lamb the lamp the sun in his temple now His tent of flesh and bone

Blessed be Egypt my people Assyria my handiwork Israel mine inheritance.. the black and spotted sheep they shall be my wages to the uttermost for thy possession

 O UPRIGHT ONE

YOU MAKE THE WAY OF THE RIGHTEOUS SMOOTH WHAT SHALL WE SAY OF SUCH WONDERFUL THINGS OF THE FRUIT OF LIPS THAT CONFESS THY NAME THAT CONFESS THY NAME O UPRIGHT ONE YOU MAKE THE WAY OF THE RIGHTEOUS SMOOTH OF THE LIGHT OF DAY O RIGHTEOUS ONE

(wovenhand 2012 new jerusalem music)