Through forests you moved,
Through heaven's breaking clouds...
breathing every step,
stretching through earth,
deepening every foot step.
Heart that broke your precious treasure,
possesion prized for glory
filled with dreams through every silver lining,
every touch.
Glory and honor and wisdom and power
belong to our
glory and honor and wisdom and...
speech couldn't breech our blindness?
why aren't there signs for this?
prophet, prophet, speak!
Listen to what we never see,
Touch our tasting to...
...Him be glory. and. honor. and...listen...
oh frightening idol revealed,
the terror is your illusion.
"I would your worship take notice, replied Sancho, that those you see yonder are no giants, but wind-mills...." "It seems very plain, said the knight, that you are but a novice in adventures: these I affirm to be giants; and if thou art afraid, get out of the reach of danger, and put up thy prayers for me, while I join with them in fierce and unequal combat."
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