Tag: poem
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I. My thoughts were gold goblet with sweet wine, yesterday, today i am a dry reed: Such wrestling in my flower gardens makes the fences panic. II. O, gardener protector, my heart aches for yesterday, to transport sweet wine to…
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“Man is a collector, and his collections are the idols that enslaves him” “Then he said, “Beware! Guard against every kind of greed. Life is not measured by how much you own. Luke 12:15 NLT O’ God, Detach me, I…
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THE ASCENDED PLACE What is there in the light giving candle, that we have to journey, from time? What is in the prophetic wine, that it makes mens heart lighter, those who have tastes it’s promptings? We have left our…
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Within this clanging noises, a whisper Very firm and beautiful came to me In prophecy dawn I hear Him now, a serenading touch of freedom, He brings, i am covered in purple. i am covered in purple soul in perfect…
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