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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Jesus was love’s adorned forlornness package, exact and packed But heaven’s fallopian in some, still remains unopened For most a door of the hoping, rather than an opening Formerly sealed by mind’s zeal, a veil, over love’s sacred face Though to cover God’s face, is such a carnal sin of waste Some receive this present with glee, never to open you see, Saying I’ll open someday, when I finish my play To receive the present is good, but to be the present they could, If open, the present they would, and most certainly they should For most certainly Christ’s blood, has covered sin with flood You would certainly open a present of the material of strife Why not open, heaven’s fallopian, this present, is life To have the present, you must receive, but open please So far, so good, if you would, for there is no reprieve, To have love’s life you could, if only you would, perceive So let us face, the sacred face, that bought us sacred grace, And open the interior, to expose our inner mirror The trouble we have, we don’t open our precious heart valve, For the love that we have, there will always be striving trouble, If we live in the double of the mind’s carnal bubble To begin living , a present, you’ve been graciously given, Break out, of mind’s prison, into immortality’s living Therefore believing from your heart, is your most very good start Your mind has painted you into a box, it is a worldly hoax, Like the very small fox, know the kind? Jesus said, “nips your vine” In ploy for control, the mind is so very bold, against soul Though there is no scold, from heart’s fold, of God’s gold The present remains unopened fallopian, a closed mold For the old man of the mind against grace, took a stand To find the new man, open your present and make a new stand Continued
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