Father put his ear to the air to hear the whispered Wind
As he heard, it softly spoke and from his home did send.

“Get thee from thy country, from thy kindred, and thy kin,
I shall reveal a wondrous land – and to it I, thee, send.”

With other words thus spake the wind to call the man apart,
So Father, leaving all he had, did truss his bags and start.

Was Father just a crazy wretch to trust the whisp’ring sky?
He must have known the ground is cursed, but heaven doesn’t lie.

But thus begins the greatest tale – the tale of them with faith:
The sons of man are called alone by heaven’s only Holy Wraith.

The path of Adam lost this way, and sought to feed his flesh,
He’d heard in the windy garden and with the Wraith did mesh.

Though he it is that cast us down as stars from in the sky,
Yet having heard the voice and Truth did to us prophesy,

That, ‘a man must leave his closest kin to bond unto his wife.’
And for a man to bond with Wind, he must surely leave his life.

The Wraith of Wind did come in flesh for His beloved bride,
She must forsake her house and kin to cling unto His side.

“Get thee from thy country, from thy kindred, and thy kin,
I shall reveal a wondrous land – and to it I, thee, send.”

Father showed a mystery: the path no man can know,
As the Wind, you hear a sound, but know not where he go.

And as he believed to follow Wind, the promise came as made
For Father came to Wind alone, in trust. A covenant was laid.

Put your ear to the air as he, for man is always called alone,
He that heareth not the Wind himself, has surely never known.

A thousand times they’ll tell you: “Learn of God by trusting man,”
For pontiffs and their growing spires desire you for their clan.

Tell me if you will, Oh man, would you bind a wife in covenant epoxy,
And though she’s only bound to thee, have sex with her by proxy?

On the final day of judgment, each one will stand alone,
Your deeds of life: seen by all before that eternal throne.

Follow, if you will, a group who tells you what to do,
But on that final, dreadful day, they’ll be no help to you.

The Wind that supersedes them all doth call us out by name,
His eyes are roaming all the earth as when His voice to Father came:

“Get thee from thy country, from thy kindred, and thy kin,
I shall reveal a wondrous land – and to it I, thee, send.”

For Father’s faith: the prototype of all who are his sons
The Wraith, and Wind are searching for those beloved ones.

The covenant is made and struck it needs not be re-laid;
Father’s Protoss Seed has come in flesh, and all provision made.

The covenant with Father, Wraith did meet, then super-abrogate
The flesh of Father’s Protoss Seed became the covenantal gate.

The heifer, goat and ram are cut – set against the other part,
The furnace and the lamp did pass through the Protoss heart.

The perfect deal now extend’t to man in form of rugged cross
None who come to the perfect covenant will find his life a loss.

“Get thee from thy country, from thy kindred, and thy kin,
I shall reveal a wondrous land – and to it I, thee, send.”

This is the Way. And as a man, alone, did Father find it,
Each and every son must cut his deal with God and mind it.

Think not yourself as arrogant to follow Father’s road,
Each solitary soldier must carry his own load.

Now the LORD had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father’s house, unto a land that I will shew thee:
(Genesis 12:1)