God Of The Living Can Cut the Silver Cord with his Decree

We Dedicate to the living source this day flow the taste sweet the decree of the ley lines boasts the energy source be loose or be bound for the great God spoke that it will remain forever known the Decree is made in the book where people perish for lack of knowledge. The God of the living sits on the mercy seat requesting it must fly the lines from and to the God of the living not the god of the dead energy cease your astro deeds from the living be secured or remember now a change has come to the land and the silver cords of the dead is broken now what we speak about must now be broken in the secret place of the tongue and the color cords of life and death be broken in the day and in the riding of the night flight home, only the God kingdom come only Gods will be done on earth was already a decree for his people especially what Ecclesiastes said in the book the silver cord is thin and on the other side not life but the cutting of the death so beware, god of the dead secret vaults knowledge stored Coveryour people in the God of love and through that love body fresh so sweet the taste of love completely protected and even with mistakes grace is given to live and let live to smile and let smile with the God of the living, not the god of the dead! In my heart My beloved spoke and said unto me rise up my love my fair one and come away for lo, the winter is passing the rain of swift cold winds is over and gone when the seasons change the flowers appear on the earth in spring it begins on earth awake my dear my love be of good cheer the time of the singing birds is coming and the voice of living creatures appear the voice of the turtle is heard in our land the fig tree will put forth continually put forth her green figs and my love we will be one the vines with the delicious tender grapes shall appear and the taste my dear is sweet with the fragrant smell the taste my love come arise my dear the air is clear The sky reflects the rainbow covenant that wipes away our tears Get up from your slumber in the bed of sorrow and walk from the dark sad stare stop the crying of the looking glass mirrors of reflections show the pain see the long wide road of the living God not the god of the dead.