Woven Hand - Five by Five

Rending nothing in his hand, she is right in the eyes of the sun
This company of bees in the body, sweet on his hand
O look back in angles to the sundown too
A strong place a flint face
Down he lies rising this thief in the night
He lays hold, be lifted up
O ancient gate, swept away as a cloud as the mist of morning return to me born
Above the sea stern and sleeping
No captain's quarter this way
Eye eye eye eye - seven eye on it
Scattering lord cut down low servant
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The man am I is it not written in the book of the Upright
In the volume of the scroll of the altar
The silent sun speaks all day long among they brethren are there none
As the rending
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A leaping calf from the stall, distress double
Let us fall I pray thee, into the hands of Jehovah
His mercies are many that no man can number
Let me not fall into the hands of this lumbering numbering man sun white my eyes
Sun white my eyes, it is your ancient fate
Down he lies rising this thief in the night, he lays hold
Be lifted up o ancient gate lift up your head it is your ancient fate
Be lifted up o gate be lifted up o ancient gate