When we shift our images clean,
Then we become a clearer “Moonbeam”,
Of Hope, as we resurrect our scope of what to do,
When we all claim to be “True Blue”,
But the residue infiltrates our old congrue,
And delivers us “brand spankin' new”,
To our whole new cell of Light in you.

We resurrect you,
Into this internal congrue,
Of your Astral field bursting a new Blue Beam of Light into the interior of you,
As you interlude with all of your amplitude,
We residue the restriction out of you,
And interminably can do,
A much more re-course to Source than what you were ever previously able to do!

Congrue!