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Prophetic Profits

. for public domain Saints know best from many saints past, you're only as welcome as your miracles last. So they quickly move on with their lives for the Lord, to live a good life when the rabble get bored. Miracles are much like a flash in the sky, but rain is more welcome when fields are dry. Ground that is fallow one year in a seven, not wasteland, but soil that's resting for Heaven. So tend to the business of sowing the seed, generously share harvest with those much in need. Give the ground rest when it wearies and tires, or suffer the wrath of the Heavenly fires.

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