I ride upon the winds that blow
That how for my spirit flows
There in distant regions
While in my spiritual searching
I found the true tree of life within my mouth
And this I have to share with
friends and strangers no doubt
I hear distant sound
And I write to what is found
I tongue is like a pen of a ready writer
I only speak of things
Pertaining to my Jah and Kings
And of the life of Him
Of whom all things and I dwell and live in
He said blessed are the pure in spirit
RASTAFARI
for theirs is the Kingdom of Zion
The dwelling of my Father's pavillions
Blessed are they that mourn
RASTAFARI
For they shall be comforted
Within the devineness of my Father's hands
Blessed are the meek
For they shall inherite the earth
And possess the heathen under their humble feet
Blessed are they which hunger and thirst after righteousness
For they shall be filled with such spiritual blessing
I am I am I am I am what thou sayest that I am
That is what I am
Blessed is the man that walketh
Not in the council of the ungodly
Nor standeth in the ways of sinners
Nor sitteth in the seats of the scornful
WHAT I AM
But his delight is in the Lord
IS WHAT I AM
God Jah Rastafari
And in his law do I am Serfie Selassie
Meditate all the days of my life continually
Jah is love let Him be love
I am I am I am
What thou hearest that I am
I am I am I am
What thou seest that I am
I am I am I am
What thou hearest that I am
I am I am I am
What thou sayest that I am
But sons and daughters of love
I man know love
I man is love love love Oh love
Rastafari is love
Zion Hut Chapter 2
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