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I hear MUSIC ancient Music

I The Reeds rest in water by faith You may recall Baby Moses' name Or you may forget the Prince of Egypt And his name, "Up from Reeds" THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS Also sings to and in the Weeds The Reeds that feed, sing, civilize us As in Egypt of Papyri fame, flames Of music remind us to remember For we are wont to forget, forget, forget ... Then Mole, Rat, Boy Otter will be Teachers Ii The music rises & falls among the Reeds Ancient themselves, translators for us From teachers from another Kingdom We do remember, if we listen, above our din That serenade the Presence, Healer-Helper A name Hebrews knew in Exodus of Moses Yahwah Rophikah, THE LORD MY HEALER The Otter, the Mole, the Rat rarely forget Even if they miss some of the words That meander among the Reeds, rising ever Lilting - seek my helping power, in that hour

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Date: 8/12/2022 5:47:00 AM
Top of the Day to you Mr. Anil (smile). May we always hear the music the words the messages and more of which you refer. May these sounds always be. You are amazing in your entries of the divine. Thank you for always sharing. And yes, Shalom Shalom Shalom (smile). Blessings now and always Anil.
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Anil Deo
Date: 8/12/2022 10:51:00 PM
O dear Lisa. Shalom shalom Lisa Lisa Lisa! Yes, our bodies also have deep wisdom. Your hands are healing, too, because if JESUS. Amen in Him