Beyond this conscious, knot'

The power of God.' Breaks forth unguessed in surprising all He is always at His best..As a spring appears in desert wastes So instrutcion and prophesy fill a space.' A mouth a screen? A song line or more..The artist even unconsciously is a door.' The window closes..That door gets shut.' through many Transposes on lifes often dimly lit road, there is such interaction many glimpses are showed.' Yet where are The teachers? The prophets, or the wise.? They are staying Dumb and silent.' Are they blinded by lies.? Where there Should be enquiriy at the feet of the Lord.' There is false Knowledge and thesis that are wholly of 'this world.' No Growth is expected.? As war and pestilence hit.' As many teachers teach drivel..Thats the whole.. And true sum; of it '