Let go of the old rags that you have held on to,
They represent the past,
Look at your hands and see what it is you are holding on to
Now let them go and see that I have turned them to a pile of ashes,
I am blowing the ashes away to reveal beauty.

Look now to see that where the ashes were is now gold,
This is your future.

Hold on the iron rod, for this is My word.
The iron rod will be your stability,
Hold on to it as you walk in the paths
that I have foreordained and set before you.
It will be your guide.

"The stress you feel My Child is real to push you out of bounds.

Keep Your Eyes Upon The Finish Line as your Praise Resounds.

Your tears are in My Bottle. Overflowing now and spilled:

To tip the scales in your battle that your Desire Be Fulfilled.

Those dwelling in the Sea of Madness who refuse to Change

Their Minds in the midst of testing consider all things strange.

They are so self centered with their complaining and insults.

Making the same mistakes and expecting different results.

The Trial of your Faith My Child is more precious than gold.

The Sorrow has made you Wiser. The Pain has made you Bold.

Now Quiet your Soul, Stay in Peace and Let Your Praises Roll.

In The Ocean of Emotion My Joy Will Fill Your Soul."