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Isaiah fifty five, eight through eleven,
Is a message from heaven,
God’s thoughts and his ways,
Will blaze what love says,
Twiddle's thoughts and his ways,
Of the mind you see, can never be,
Up to par, from your mind, as you are,

Return to your heart, to start love’s part,
Where your love is stored, you won’t be bored,
From there you are , your own cake, no mistake,
From there, you'll make,
You'll only bake,
For love’s sake,
And your mind won’t quake,
For the wealth of self,
Is always left,


The abundance of love’s supply, not like a sty, upon the eye,
Of the empty, thoughts and ways, of mind’s says,
Love is who your are, you are power, don’t sit and stare,
From the mind, be love’s kind,
Bring your mind, in line,
With it’s own heart’s kind,

God never belittles, mind’s twiddles,
But say, be who you are, I am up here,
My thoughts and my ways,
Are higher ways of love,
Teach your mind love,
The higher thoughts above,

To have your own cake,
Be your own cake,
And eat it too,
This the higher life to pursue,
Having no substance from above,
It’s cause, no love,

For it is all within the hearts,
That’s where it all starts!
So let us spin,
The heart’s gin,
Un till we win,
By love,
The first begotten’s,
Forgotten cotton,

And this will we do,
We will pursue,
The new,
The true, the blue,
Love,  the true Jew,
The real you!!

8-17-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

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