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The-
start of a 
new freedom-
is the simple vision 
of Hope for all, of God. The 
one prudence born, of the fruitful meditation 
of His soul, softly, and simply, spoken. The tender 
desire, found through the weary eyes ... the one 
sweet emotion awaiting the humbled soul that has 
been made certain, and is willing, and ready to remain, 
now and forever open. For the willing heart lays open to 
what struggle and strife this life, may bring, for the willing 
are patient and aware of the awesome blessings that will come, 
in this certain time of opportunity. For freedom for all is granted by 
God and given the eyes to see the great passion of His Heart, rising and 
forever evolving in the emotion of this Grace, and is brought through Gods 
Hope to rise to this position, all through a life lived openly for all, and for the 
one, and is seen to be one love sown in peace. The one condition of His that 
is sown openly for all the soul, through the standard and goodness of Jesus' 
peaceful words of mercy, found in the steady advance and revealed moreover, 
in the nature of this, His devotion for all, shown through the perfection of His love 
in faith ... and so, freedom is found, and does rest in measure, solely upon 
the given surrender, the complete abandon to be found within the open 
heart of the broken ... will ... so it is a willing devotion ... given the very 
sight this season to see ... and the mind to dream. To take a jaunt upon 
the merry winds of this gracious opportunity. For the peaceful pardon 
and certain reasoning for this season ... is the one blessing given and 
given for all ... of the Fathers foremost desire, seen by me now to be 
the perfect love offered here to me as well, moving through the spirit 
of His wayward hopes emotion. The tender grace ... born of His chance, 
and granted for all, and so it is intended to be, a simple adaptation, alive 
and well and abundantly thriving, within the heart of a new born child. To 
be alone, picked up by Him and swept away, alive and wandering free. 
Tossed about and around within the hands of the many winds of peace, 
and so away goes the gentle chipper leaf, sent adrift, and amid the fall, 
apart from the day of the perfect warmth shown to him in the beauty 
and simpler days of his youth.
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