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I Roam

I desire to be still and know the essence of this Awesome and Loving God who i serve. Yet i roam within the realm of all thoughts of those who think them and i become all things to all men who exist in this life of joy and pain. I truly desire not to be such, but i am no longer in charge of my soul or my spirit, for He who create all things rule me and perhaps you aswell. maybe the difference is that you perefer to think that you are autonomous. i begged to differ. what we all have is free will and when we exercise that free will to the extent that another soul is going to be injured, then we will undoubtly loose that free will, unless their is a lesson within and our hearts knows the way of remorse, then we will hurt us and we will feel thier pain and we will weep far greater then they will, because of He who has created all things. For God Almighty weeps when we b ecome disobedient, rebellious, and unloving to all things that breathe the sweet breath of life. Thus, do we repent and turn from our stifling ways, until one day we awaken and know that we have been changed, by a supernatural force that we are too arrogantly and stubborn to admit. That it was the love of our beloveth Heavenly Father who touched us within the midst of our sleep and slumbering. I Roam. and cannot be still until my time in this vessel has expired. i will do nothing to rush thew expiration of my time in this vessel. however, because of the aloness i experience without my help-mate i will truly greet my departure with open arms from this weary vessel. Because surely i know I will see my belove Jesus Christ face to face and He will say unto me: Well done my good and faithful servant. Then shall i cease my roam. God Bless All Who Read These Thoughts which were orchestrated by The Holy Spirit. Peace Out.

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