Tag: poem
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My soul has no other friendbut the Friend.All my friendsare smoke in my chimney—But you are a staple breadin the mouth of the beggar.Wherever the beggar’s soul is,the cupboard becomesa bakery.
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He wields a chorus of the essence My smile came to me early this morning. He wields a chorus of the essence and shines like the sun in its brightness. Teach me your song I asked. It’s already yours, he…
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There are days I feel so miserable, even in the sufficiency of life, when my eyes is not directly set on Christ Jesus. There is a new generation of believers, who are by faith, willing to draw from the abundance…
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I. Come, let me take you to a man, who is a living well. This desert promised oasis, but settles your curiosity with mist of illusion’s. II. This desert promised a refuge from the heat waves, but has buried the…