There’s no need to stand at the door and knock; there’s never been a door

There’s no need to stand at the door and knock; there’s never been a door

Let’s gaze upon the missing door
That’s Gracie’s gift to the lost and poor
There’s nothing here that’s black and white
No dead decrees, constrictions tight 

That squeeze us in the tent of ruin
The penal yard, where rulebooks brew in
But love shifts us, step, step, afar
As hearts become our guiding star

And Bethlehem, our human core
With Mary lifting us in awe
As our eyes behold Creation’s birth
The myriad creatures of the Earth

Yes, hear the True sing bright in me
The triumphs of eternity (x2)

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As we wake up, we realise there is no door, and no one is knocking. We increasingly experience the True singing, bright and free, within and around us. Our rulebooks are gone, and the inner Christ is in us, with us, and for us.

In the Red Scriptures, ‘Gracie’ is the ‘blessing, wisdom, favour and elegance’ of the Sacred Feminine.