the Calling of Ezekiel

I stand to my feet
will thee speak to me
Cause as He spoke
I rose to the spirit consumtion
To hear him speak
I do hear the voice of the one speaking

thy send me, to the deepest of places
Your hands apon me
Thee is bitter fear
and the Son of man
be not afriad to live among scorpions
the word must be spoken

Sweet joyest word
feels me up
spoken out of a full mouth
honey dripped

May the glory of the Lord be praised in his dwelling place