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Unlike the world the mind of Truth is not for sale the spirit of its word is freely shared and gathering together whose hearts have cared within affections warmth our souls regale For love does recognize those who are its own and to embrace within its arms all caught and forsakest each other willest not open welcome by invitation to its home So her gleaming brighness doth upon all shine and all who look upon her know her fair wisdom and justice for all does share and fertile are her passages of time and within the bride and groom do become one where hearts enjoined the work of God do prove that to free those enslaved to madness move where the works of hatred can be undone At the cities gates her voice appeals that to turn aside to wisdom taught submission to understanding in your thought the sources of true knowledge she reveals Our hearts are the plaintiff before the judge where does show our contempt or praise to be our actions display only what our heart can see whether its instruction did we bid or grudge For all do stand before the court of Life within its time all thoughts and actions etched framed within its moments lives are sketched if one has weilded justice or the knife For all have seen the truth of justice and her scales with impartiality her weights are ever seen actions of your heart determine kind or mean those who listen to instruction she never fails Those without a home she's given cover fed and clothed has she whom those had none bid those who wish to share in love to come benevolence the garments that clothe each other Within ones own heart is lodged our truth of ways many have sought to hide its full intents but the full exposure by time its seeds prevents the thought and deeds recorded by time its days Examine does ones heart the life of self and if to the course of love one has been true for sealed within is all that makes up you opened will be the book that lays sealed upon its shelf And we like sands that moving through the glass what was our future has fashioned now our past but what is us is in its scroll now firmly cast and saved until he who unseals the graves of everlast COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC

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