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I cast out demons and triumph soundly Twist and twirl in fates like spun webs Historical meanings, preached moral leanings; Oh heaven is kinged by the trinity, Three by three I weave into your tapestry Curse not to bless best and make you see Light! Spend not a moment further in Dispair or Disdain like the moth to flame You will come to him; the Lord. Lord walks alongside me, in my pocket On my lips, the little cross that swings off My belt. He sayeth to flock, I can show you GOD! Deviate no more the path, thy deeds wrong and Singing no heavenly joy. Tests failed and Ostracized by peers, come to me! My oiled Shiny seats feel empty, but the stage is set. I and I alone decide the curtain call, With his hand on my back; all is well. I came to God, so that I could teach I am just a tool now, HE... will preach.

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Date: 1/21/2012 2:33:00 PM
Beautifully spoken words to celebrate your last two lines. It is so skillfully put together and I truly enjoyed.
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Date: 1/18/2012 10:04:00 PM
been a while, tim... a write so divinely scribed.. wow..:) huggs!
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Date: 1/18/2012 7:23:00 PM
Dear,Tim... i like the way we all fall into tools... I also love the uplifting way the lord is everywhere in your heart, and beyond.. Thank you for sharing the joy of God and his words... take care,..p.d.
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