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COME TO JESUS MEETING

That heavy, dark presence Sitting on your throne Grabbing at my laurel To claim as your own It presses on my door Pushing up on my space Where TRUTH lives in peace Eating Manna at her own pace There's a fire rising on my table Licking the saints all around With contentment in LOVE And no whisper of fear can be found I return your silver fork Without a rib to spare My tree remains, untouched Because my LOVE has attended to my care. Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-27-2025

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