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Jesus was love’s adorned forlornness package, exact and packed
But heaven’s fallopian in some, still remains unopened
For most a door of the hoping, rather than an opening
Formerly sealed by mind’s zeal, a veil, over love’s sacred face
Though to cover God’s face, is such a carnal sin of waste

Some receive this present with glee, never to open you see,
Saying I’ll open someday, when I finish my play
To receive the present is good, but to be the present they could,
If open, the present they would, and most certainly they should
For most certainly Christ’s blood, has covered sin with flood

You would certainly open a present of the material of strife
Why not open, heaven’s fallopian, this present, is life
To have the present, you must receive, but open please
So far, so good, if you would, for there is no reprieve,
To have love’s life you could, if only you would, perceive

So let us face, the sacred face, that bought us sacred grace,
And open the interior, to expose our inner mirror
The trouble we have, we don’t open our precious heart valve,
For the love that we have, there will always be striving trouble,
If we live in the double of the mind’s carnal bubble

To begin living , a present, you’ve been graciously given,
Break out, of mind’s prison, into immortality’s living
Therefore believing from your heart, is your most very good start
Your mind has painted you into a box, it is a worldly hoax,
Like the very small fox, know the kind?  Jesus said, “nips your vine”

In ploy for control, the mind is so very bold, against soul
Though there is no scold, from heart’s fold, of God’s gold
The present remains unopened fallopian, a closed mold
For the old man of the mind against grace, took a stand
To find the new man, open your present and make a new stand

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