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As I listened to Eric, Shane, and Jacob,
I also heard another still and loving voice.
As I sat and listened ever so INTENSELY,
I sensed the voice of God IMMENSELY.

Two words to me were clearly SPOKEN,
And my spirit was more widely AWAKEN.                                                                                                                
If such treasures should be forgotten and LOST,
Incalculable and immeasurable would be the COST.

That is why I now record those two WORDS.
For surely their loss I cannot AFFORD.
The first word I heard was, 'SEASONAL'.
What's done in the processor is never
to be continual, but like the four seasons,
they do their job well and leave till next time.

The second was the short 4-letter word, 'LONG'.
Sometimes, Our stay in the processor is long.
In the natural world, each of the four seasons                                                                                                         
has a fixed duration of three months, but there
is no comparison in their force and intensity.

Some are inviting, nice, and mild, bringing a gentle
BREEZE, while another may bring a deadly FREEZE.
Sometimes the seasons are long, not in terms of time,
but in sorrow or misery; in PAIN, taking away all our GAIN.
The comfort is in knowing that, like seasons, the processor                                                                               
never came to stay, but God designed us and the processor                                                                                   
to be obedient and faithful to do His work His way.

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