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~ (~) Oh of You Lord royalty heavens light lies down beside you, peace, consumes... and still 
I do not know as of yet the truest brilliance, purest of reasoning yes perfect majesty, always 
looking out for me. Though I do I live the appearance my life-as a sinner. Who is this, what 
love is this? Surely friend, this is the honest culmination, of bliss. As blessings rain down over 
me... . As I lie back amid the abyss of this... desiring no other... .?(~) ~  


~ (~) Jesus I can only pray what You would see instilled in me... . My desire for humility. 
Broken by this bitter heart of shame unworthy of greater days... to die would be for me my 
passion to live for this, an opportunity to have You use me, apart from my arrogance. Oh for 
that I would live solely for this day. To share this with You. I pray that when you look on me, 
let it be You see my desire... for peace... .?(~) ~  


~ (~) And so-at last, I tell you as I can still dream every-day... I-dream-of-Christmas.?(~) ~  


~ (~) Clouds lay back as they rise, and fall puff up-and billow-all-in-illustrious-efforts-to 
greet-the Sun... . (~) ~?  


~ (~) And-as I lay-back I admire-them-and as I see their-rising as they grow-fuller in the 
distance they puff up higher and higher above the willows. As a light-breeze picks up the 
leaves on the trees as they sway together in their dance. And so I lay out my hand catch a 
tumbling leaf by chance.?(~) ~  


~ (~) Knowing nothing of love grace or mercy, peace. The leaf now represents for me my 
gift, of these greater things I give and so I say-my life now all of it... is all but nothing, or-it-
is-a-joyous-opportunity. And so... so as-I-know I hold in my hands the power to destroy. I 
know-as well-willows-themselves-too-will-weep... . (~) ~ 


~ (~) Lions will protect-eagles-will-soar-higher-and-higher, widows-will-cry, all for their own 
and for the good of their pride. Gentle songs... greetings of love-greener acres-simple-
messages of peace yes the Church the whole quire the world working together is the venue, 
orchestra - the song sung to His angels for the greater blessing of the Lord sitting down 
looking, watching all of us from His thrown in Heaven - exulted-on His-Mighty-Hill on high. (~) 
~??  


~ (~) And as I will to know God... if I truly look I find I've-really only ever known His love for 
me to be one open and genuine, no-more, or-less than-heavenly... unlike me... .?(~) ~"



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