Add it up and it still equals nothing.
by Lors Dilouley
Thirty years of labor yields a tear in the ocean.
But the numbers are symbolic of human souls.
~Anoint my mind.~
The kingdom of heaven is at hand.
And I sit with my hands clasped
While old numbers are replaced with new.
~Anoint my soul.~
2.5 million - just one city, just one country.
So much work reaches a fraction of one culture.
Twenty-one years I've sat on my yearning hands.
~Anoint my will.~
You are the Caller, You are the Lover.
Isa still reigns even though people go to Hell.
YAHWEH! don't let them die without hearing.
~Anoint my heart.~