If your lucky enough to be a Greek man...you probably have charisma

I kneel at the sweet altar of a little white church....... I kneel at the sweet altar of a little white church... Ambelofito Mountain where in hovers the Logos there in the begining He Was... and even now and evermore His glory for to see My soul entwines the mist of Him that swirls in the dew so sweet upon Ambelofito Mountains Glory remains A cloud above Logos' seas therein sits o'er a white church that is filled with Gods mysterious Love bringing cords of crimson and scarlet robes and gold upon his feet... May my feet also walk beside that Holy palce with thee may my knee bend and my face lay low as I weep at The Logos' Feet.. Take me to this mountain where is only God I seek.. I need you for but a moment in time To stand and cover me... If I stand up on that Holy place and Seek His Holy face I can stand in the rains of His return seeing my valley below The valley where my sorrow burns In Fires that burns but not consumes but rather soothes and cleans my broken heart makes a little girl to laugh within the kindness of her strangers arms.. arms that shield not break me lips that kiss not make me a body that gives and not makes me weep or bleed or hurt forever more Help me be a woman .. if only for one day Cover me , protect me, Hide me then I shall be made whole by the one who will never throw me away.. Then out of fire I arise and so freely fly away...