What one generation allows, the next embraces.

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And the father explained, “You’ve been somewhat deceived
You’ve all called me your dad, but your true Dad’s not me
I lay next to your mom and your forms were conceived
Your Father’s the light within all that you see

He fills up the ponds as He empties the clouds
Holds without hands and He speaks without sounds
And just as a flower and its fragrance are one
So must each of you and your Father become.

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