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Caressed By the Lord

How does He know when I am hurting inside? And He sends a fellow human to me, that holds my soul in their hands with a loving tide. His forgiveness is endless! His love, overwhelming divine. Yet the sea of His creation turns their hardened backs on Him. His words neither followed, let alone ever read. And humanity, oh humanity! So shocked when the streets run crimson with bloodshed! Seven hundred of His creations will be slaughtered each day. You, yes. you, with contest wins, trophies and your beautiful quill. Remember, reflect and be still! For you were once one of the unborn, too! Choose all you do wisely then, according to His will. August 15, 2019

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Date: 8/26/2019 2:05:00 PM
"O beautiful the dawn that shines on man His arms in waving His Father so Alas, if not soon shall he remember He's included in every knee that shall bow this do he will remember? we were once just a thought of energy turned embryo???" Your verse could be used for the aborted souls(babies)... this inspired me so. Lovely verse. Write on A Fav for me James
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 8/26/2019 2:58:00 PM
Gratefully honored to have you. FAv this, James I am glad I inspired you. I love your quote, by the way. God does know what man is doing. Abortionists outdo manifesto. It's a tragedy... Blessings Panagiota
Date: 8/15/2019 11:35:00 PM
Hello Panagiota … it is all to do with having faith and guidance. The daily slaughter is certainly the work of someone else - thank you Panagiota - Lindsay
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Date: 8/16/2019 9:27:00 AM
Someone else= the demonic force that possesses their soul. Exactly. Add mental illness. And unless both are addressed? You know the answer.As poets we have the power of the pen to inspire, and not fear. With the talent here? It's vformidable! Panagiota.xx Appreciate your comment+ visit immensely!

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