When I come down from the Holy Mountain
I pray that I should not find people dancing around golden calf
shouting, “we are not going to be replaced.”
They thought that God was dead
and I was gone
They thought that they needed other gods
who should lead them in the wilderness
I pray that I should not throw away those holy words
written in my deepest heart
I pray that I should not be blocked by God in front of the promised land
because of my anger and temper
I want to keep the Transfiguration experience
the joy of the Holy Mountain
down here with my people, my friends, and my family
worshiping only God, serving everybody
Holding tight these holy words
written in my deepest soul
I repeat, “love your enemy” “love your neighbor as yourself”
as if those are chants that I should keep all the time!
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