It's the voice in my head that drives the words in these notes, the heavenly ghost, telling me to awaken the sleeping and present optical dynamics to the blind; no more hesitation, I see that this is my time.
When the sun beats on my skin, I can feel the grace of the purest trickle down to the plumbers, crossing guards and florists, the hard working and unnoticed, those who love you even if it seems they don't show it, the kids afraid of what's in their closet, the calm and reserved with hands in pockets; it's very important you know this is God's will and nothing nor anyone can stop it.
It's time for a change, nothing stays the same, life is but a temporary stay in a physical plane, a periodic state, folks please realize that life beyond death is a sign of the great.
Trying to comprehend the supernatural with methods of fragmented practices appearing natural is slightly theatrical; even history can't truly depict the events of the tabernacle, I love because I want to and preach peace because I have to, please don't let minor differences distract you, for your time I thank you
When the sun beats on my skin, I can feel the grace of the purest trickle down to the plumbers, crossing guards and florists, the hard working and unnoticed, those who love you even if it seems they don't show it, the kids afraid of what's in their closet, the calm and reserved with hands in pockets; it's very important you know this is God's will and nothing nor anyone can stop it.
It's time for a change, nothing stays the same, life is but a temporary stay in a physical plane, a periodic state, folks please realize that life beyond death is a sign of the great.
Trying to comprehend the supernatural with methods of fragmented practices appearing natural is slightly theatrical; even history can't truly depict the events of the tabernacle, I love because I want to and preach peace because I have to, please don't let minor differences distract you, for your time I thank you
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