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From the Lord

Sometimes, while resting, mind adrift and bored, I get a nudge; might this be from the Lord? Now that’s a thought that cannot be ignored; The inspiration’s source must be explored. To snub is not a thing we can afford, To sever the connection as with sword, To quench the Spirit seems most untoward: Our very source of life, umbilic cord. And so you play the thought out like a chord, Or journal it like something to be stored, Or use a brother as a sounding board, Until you all agree, are in accord. To find the Lord the source, its own reward, For He is precious, much to be adored!

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