Author • The Osmosis~

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My doctrine shall drop as the rain

My speech shall distil as the dew

As the small rain upon tender herbs

And as the showers upon the grass.

Tell it to the man on the street

Sing it high upon the hills

That he who resides in this strong tower

Has received life beyond death from yonder

My doctrine shall drop as the rain

My speech shall distil as the dew

As the small rain upon tender herbs

And as the showers upon the grass

Tell it to the man whom you see

Let him come and drink and be filled

With satisfaction not a drink can give

From well of salvation and the Truth love-borne

Let her come and receive her peace

Let her come and receive her place

Let her come and receive wisdom to build

When others feign wisdom yet ruin

When wisdom be as costly as the arterial tear

Let them come and still tarry here

When Jerusalem yet unseen rests in the heart of men

When a new knowing rests upon the souls of them

That were once called forsaken and in darkness so great

When you and I shall rise to the true voice of freedom

When every man shall live up to one true dream

The true dream that awakens the slumbering soul

The true dream that deadens this flesh of mine

The true dream that mops up the little foxes in my vine

That the Saviour comes speedily like a reaper

With hooks and sickle and baskets of harvest

With eyes keen beyond the Eagle's

With speed beyond the lightning's

Then you shall remember that my doctrine did drop

And that my speech did distil

That the Saviour comes still

My Doctrine 

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