Mankind who left the life supply
from the Almighty
does not know why they exist,
and yet fears death.
There is no support and no help,
but mankind is still reluctant to
close their eyes,
braving it all, drags out
an ignoble existence in this world
in bodies
without the consciousness of souls.
You live with no hope.
He lives with no aim.
There's only the Holy One in the legend,
there is only the Holy One in the legend
who'll come to save
those who moan in suffering
and long desperately for His arrival.
In the people who are unconscious,
this belief can't be realized so far.
The people however still yearn for it,
yearn for it.
The Almighty has mercy
on these who suffer deeply.
At the same time,
He's fed up
with these who are unconscious,
'cause He has to wait,
has to wait too long
for the answer from mankind,
from mankind.
He wants to seek
your spirit and your heart.
He wants to bring you food and water.
He wants to wake you up.
So that you are thirsty no more,
hungry no more.
And when you are feeling weary,
and when you begin
to feel the desolation,
the desolation of this world,
do not be perplexed, do not cry.
Almighty God, the Watcher,
will embrace your arrival any time.
He's watching by your side,
waiting for you to turn back.
He's waiting for the day
your memory suddenly recovers,
becoming conscious
of that you came from God,
the fact that you came from God.
You once lost your way
somehow and somewhere,
O, falling unconscious on the roadside,
and then unknowingly having a "father”.
You further realize that
the Almighty has been watching there.
He has been waiting,
waiting for your return
all along, all along.
He longs bitterly.
He has been waiting,
waiting for
a response without an answer.
His watching's beyond price
and is for the heart,
for the heart and the spirit of mankind.
This watching maybe will last forever,
or maybe this watching
has come to its end.
But you ought to know,
where is your heart,
and where is your, your soul.
Where are they?
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
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