True Surrender

You can't simply construct an imitation bull and thus possess the blessing and glory of Nandi

You can't simply close a stage curtain and thus bind his story, tucking it back into Pandora's box

Moving the Araka from the Rock to the Military Base doesn't ensure God is on your side of the battle

It is the Lord, wild and free, who decides his vehicle

He decides the plot and the cast

He decides his sanctuary; he decides his battle strategy

The Commander of Heaven's host

So humble yourselves and let the Spirit move you

Like the wind blows a feather from place to place, or a leaf is carried upon the current of the stream