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I sat on a hill and watched a vast army pass by in the valley below.  The air was still.  It was easy to make out the words they spoke to each other.  They held court to construct laws between them as they marched along.  The justices were surrounded with runners.  And each judge’s runners ran through out the entire army to spread the news of new laws.  They were a people without any land.  Yet they marched as if they would conquer and defend their property from those they perceived as against them.  What joy they held as they marched along.  And if it weren’t for the folly of their plight, they would have inspired me.

Lead on!  Lead on!  March toward certain death in the bright Spring air.  What you plot will not come to pass.  What you desire cannot be.  You plot against the Holy One of Israel.  You desire to be rid of the One who created you and, even now, feeds you and gives you water.  The clouds are held back so that you might march in confidence.  Blind you are to the tens of thousands of Holy Angels rimming the hills about you.  Lead on and strengthen yourself for the battle to come.  There is One who will never submit to the law of man.  Yet man will surely submit to His law.

He sits patiently waiting for the place where they walk.  He has prepared a place to meet them.  Lead on.