Maenad
In Greek mythology, maenads (/ˈmiːnædz/; Ancient Greek: μαινάδες [m]) were the female followers of Dionysus and the most significant members of the Thiasus, the god's retinue. Their name literally translates as "raving ones." Maenads were known as Bassarids, Bacchae /ˈbækiː/ or Bacchantes /ˈbækənts, bəˈkænts, -ˈkɑːnts/ in Roman mythology after the penchant of the equivalent Roman god, Bacchus, to wear a bassaris or fox-skin.
Often the maenads were portrayed as inspired by Dionysus into a state of ecstatic frenzy through a combination of dancing and intoxication. During these rites, the maenads would dress in fawn skins and carry a thyrsus, a long stick wrapped in ivy or vine leaves and tipped with a pine cone. They would weave ivy-wreaths around their heads or wear a bull helmet in honor of their god, and often handle or wear snakes.
These women were mythologized as the 'mad women' who were nurses of Dionysus in Nysa: Lycurgus "chased the Nurses of the frenzied Dionysus through the holy hills of Nysa, and the sacred implements dropped to the ground from the hands of one and all, as the murderous Lycurgus struck them down with his ox-goad." They went into the mountains at night and practiced strange rites.
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He Will Come
by: MandisaIf what you thought was the truth, is a lie
And what you thought to keep on breathing has died
You faced the lonely nights and wrestled with the dark
And you reach to find the love to fill the space inside your heart
It's hard to put it into words, the way you feel
It's a naked emptiness that lingers still
Are you a victim of the past without a trace of hope inside?
And it all goes by so fast without a way to make it right
If you worry, don't worry
God will come and wrap His arms around You
It wouldn't be too much for Him
To love You as He found You
And it may seem like You're too far gone
But He loves you like His only son
And He will come, He will come
From the bounty of a river, there's a flow
From the beauty of the Father's heart's a home
That never leaves you empty, no, and never leaves you bare
So come and bring your guilt and shame, come and leave it there
If you're weary, He's willing
God will come and wrap His arms around You
It wouldn't be too much for Him
To love You as He found You
And it may seem like You're too far gone
But He loves you like His only son
And He will come
Oh, you don't have to be worthy
You don't have to be anything
But willing to fall into His arms
Willing to fall into His arms
God will come and wrap His arms around You
It wouldn't be too much for Him
To love You as He found You
And it may seem like You're too far gone
But He loves you like His only son