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GOD

Drawn into life are we All knowing, but cannot speak it Joined in most simplistic realitivity that seems like long journey to find host. Presence there all the while we pray, and hope to come, but in our perception you stall or stand up the intensity of intimate company. All praise, all serve, all blame, all live for the chance of immortality. Never actually knowing they have always had your favor and the knowledge of you processing us with the holy spirit.. Heather Turner

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